In twelve days I will begin the journey into adulthood.
Sort of.
I'm setting out for an (approx.) 20 hour drive to work as a camp counselor. I'm getting rid of nearly everything and essentially "starting over." My bed, desk, over half of my clothing, any candles, picture frames, my printer, all of it. Gone. Adios.
I'll spend two months working with horses and children. One of which I have a lot of experience doing, and the other I do not.
I've never been to Texas before (unless you count the four hours spent in the Houston George Bush Intercontinental Airport, then I've been there once), but it's something I am incredibly excited about. I've always wanted to go to Texas, but I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the heat and the horses and the beautiful pictures I drool over, but I feel like there is something there for me.
Last night I was spending some time with friends, listening to all their stories of how they envision Texas. This "Texas" most people envision involves extensive cowboy boots, spurs, fake animals heads, cowboy hats, and stuffed animals stapled haphazardly on the walls, and anywhere they will fit.
I never pictured it that way. I just get a mental image of large, old gnarly trees along a river bank. I also feel like the people are going to be more cordial. But that is about it.
I'm more excited to reinvent myself. I did it went to Evansville for my first year of college. I became more outgoing and personable and created a social aspect of my life I had never really had before.
Whatever happens, it will be good, and a much needed change.
I have grown to really appreciate the city I live in and the people here, but it's the weather I am most looking forward to escaping. I need more sunshine in my life than I get in the Midwest. And warmth.
I will absolutely miss Mae, and my friends, and family. I feel incredibly guilty leaving when my dad is so sick, but I'm not leaving forever, and if necessary I can try and find a job in the area come August. I can always come back, but this job opportunity is not going to come around again.
Selfish, I know, but I never claimed to be perfect.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Growing up and such
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I hate to break it to you.
ReplyDeleteBut at La Junta,
you will find the following:
cowboy boots out the butt.
(often paired with shorts. or swim trunks.)
cowboy hats.
mounted animal heads (from axis to buffalo)
on the dining hall walls.
spurs. (me.)
But. I think it's going to be a very positive experience. Sweaty and tough work, but you're going to accomplish a lot and I promise to be a good friend. :)
You are a brave woman to be making that drive by yourself. Power to you, and see you in JUST TWO WEEKS.
I fully expect cowboy boots, hats, and mounted animal heads.
ReplyDeleteAs long as the cowboy boots and hats aren't mounted on the walls, we'll be okay.
I also fully enjoy getting sweaty and stinky. I have been accused of being a dirty hippy ;-)