mohican

 i miss camp.

the people, the food, the smell, everything.

my mom asked me before i left if going to Mohican was like going home.and it is.

but leaving is way worse than leaving home. especially if its your last time.

its like leaving the love of your life.

the one and only thing that you know will always be there. 

i mean, iv been there for 7 years in a row, 8 times even. 

without out going to camp, i would not have been the person i am today. 

iv seen people grow up, develop relationships, some lasting, some not.

i miss camp....

especially the Hong Kong kids.