3 Months Later

As late as mid May, I had no idea what I was doing with my summer. I had some ideas of what I wanted to be doing, but nothing seemed to be working out. There was one thing that I was definitely not planning on doing again. After the struggles of last summer at Pinebrook, I was convinced that I would not be going back. Sometimes I think God hears our adamant declarations of what we will not do and leads us to do exactly that. When my mother was little, her family used to go visit her uncle in his house in New York. As she tried to fall asleep to the sounds of sirens and other city noises, she told herself that she would never live in the city. Not only did God lead her to the city, He took her to that exact same apartment and she lived there for nine years. God has a sense of humor.
So I'm back at Pinebrook this year. . .

I started this post in late June. It never got finished. Because one of the many things I learned this summer was that real friends are more important than internet "friends." I always told my dad (who claims Facebook and texting are the downfall of human communication) that the main reason I had a Facebook was to maintain close ties with the friends I met at Pinebrook and live far from. Well at Pinebrook I still have friends that I'm missing, but I also have friends there right in front of me. I spent time with "real" friends this summer and it was wonderful. So that kept me off of Facebook.
I originally started my blog as a way of documenting the events of my life - a journal of sorts. And while much happened this summer that I never want to forget. I recorded most of that by hand. Some will get copied to here, but not all. Because it takes time.

And I've learned that there are many more important things than the internet.

Keep on singing,