It should not be this hard to leave. There is no way. But right now I am in the airport, waiting for my flight with tears streaming down my face. It shouldn't be this hard but it is, because I have spent the last 10 weeks with these guys through all of the tough campers and the awesome campers and we are stronger for it. I know that I will see everyone from camp in Heaven at least, and I can keep in touch with them easily but the tears keep coming. Ok, I am going to write about all of the good things I did at camp to get my mind off leaving.

I personally touched at least 40 kids' lives by being their counselors, and I learned so much from them. They forced me to be accountable to what I said, and I couldn't always be serious... I got to act like a kid most of the time. For instance, last week I finally decided to go on the zip line (because my camper was scared to do it) and I cannot believe how much fun flying off a wire can be.

I did banana boating, I played dodge ball, I got stung by bees, I went swimming in a freezing lake, I jumped on a water trampoline, I went on long hikes around the camp, I played games in the woods with campers, I went tundra rolling.

Oh no... here come the tears again. Even memories of rolling down a hill with other counselors (and rolling into trees sometimes) makes me cry. It has been so many years since I really cried...

I am sleep deprived and probably will be until Monday night, but that is ok because even though I am going to miss these guys like nothing else, I am so anxious to see all of my friends and family back home. Not to mention I have learned so much from camp that I have nothing to be sad about right? Honestly, I learned more than I taught.

Ok, my plane is getting ready to board so I am going to get going. I can't wait to see all of you guys!