The past few weeks have been pretty crazy, busy and tiring. Which can be good, if it was something I wanted to be doing.
School is done for the semester.
The fundraiser for camp is finished - or at least everything I'll be doing.
And the summer has begun.
Yesterday I turned in everything and told the leaders that I was done and I'm leaving for the summer. I have been pretty stressed and freaked out on more than one occasion in regards to this ridiculous thing I was asked to help with. I was definitely not the right fit for it and I'm not sure why they thought I would be. Just because I like camping doesn't mean I should be asked to deal with 12-17 year old girls and be an example to them and whatever else. HELLO!!
After finished the fundraising garagesale (after 4 days of little sleep and constant running around), I breathed a sigh of relief. And after telling them I was leaving, that's an even bigger sigh of relief.
I have absolutely no responsibilities, no worries, and nothing to stress about (except how to fit everything into my car). I am going to have a summer of good times, adventures, and have it be all about me. I'm going to be selfish, simple, care-free and I just don't care about other people. (Which is not completely true, but I'm just going to be .....free.)
So - yes, I am moving to the beach for the summer. I am very much looking forward to it. I'm not sure who knows and who doesn't know, but I don't care anymore. I am very much looking forward to living somewhere I've always wanted to live. It's not as on the beach as I would've liked, but closer than now, so it works!