Camp was great. More on that is sure to come. But what amazed me about the last three weeks is that, before they started, I was really excited to not be home. I am living with my parents and younger brother since I am looking for a job and paying loans, so I can't yet afford my own place. But by the middle of last week I just wanted MY bed. MY room. MY space. It amazes me how I came home unpacked and immediately felt a little relief. I was back in my comfort space. The space that I (sort of) set up. Where I can just be me. I know where everything is and where everything should be.
Comfort is something that I think everyone craves. But sometimes we miss things by hiding out. I am sure that I do. Comfort is great, but I need to remember that pushing the limits of that comfort is what challenges me. What makes me discover new things about myself, about the world around me. About who I am and about who I could be.
(Being home also means I am back with my computer and good internet. It will take some time to catch up on all the blog posts I have missed in the last week. But I will get there eventually. Have a wonderful day!)