The beginning of life after CTY (or "Passionfruit Withdrawl")...
Well then, another amazing summer at skidmoore has come to a close. However, this time it is different. This time I know I won't be coming back in 49 weeks. I'l fid more to say later, but for now I want to say to everyone I know who happens upon my journal, I love you all and I miss you so muh that it hurts. It hurts to think of you, but I know I have to hold on to the memories. I must always remember. We all must remember forever. Remember the people, the places, the activites, the senseless kindness, een the rules and the Rudd. Remember CTY.
On a more personal note, I left Saratoga Springs less than 6 hours ago. When I arrived at my home town and saw the people on the streets, I cried. They weren't the right people. They don't belong. Or maybe I don't belong here. Maybe this is the wrong place for me to be. Whichever way it is, I know hat something is wrong when I look out my bedroom window and see a street rather than a lush green quad. Something is wrong when I see people walking by, and they're not any of you. Something is very wrong when I start to feel disconneted from CTY just 6 hours after m final goodbyes.
I guess my point is that I don't want to become disconnected. I don't want to lose touch. Please help me by keeping in touch.
I love you all and I love CTY.