Most Amazingness

So there are some of the most amazing people in my life. And it's summer. So some of them are gone. And some of them are just in my life for the summer. But somehow that makes all of them just that much more special.

In the past couple of weeks, and the weeks to come, I'm doing things I've never done and I'm extremely excited and absolutely petrified. And all of these things are that much more amazing and that much more approachable slash bearable!

I'm CITing at a camp. There are 5 other CITs who I spend all my time with. Which could basically suck. Except that every single one of them is an incredible person. Who knows if I'll see any of them after Friday (the idea makes me sad) but I've never laughed or sung so much in a week, especially with people who I really don't very well. They may not know this but I can be shy. And my confidence in my singing voice... fleeting at best. Somehow in the last week, I sang, not just sang, led camp songs in front an entire bus. I got up on stage and sang an a cappella version of Journey. Somehow in the last week, I've gained a big sister, a nana, an aunt who used to be an uncle, and became a triplet.

Knowing these wonderful people, has made me miss the stellar people who are normally in my life and at the same time, appreciate them all the more. Today I did nothing because my mummy told me to. And that was lovely. My little sister made me breakfast. I have people I can call in the middle of the night. And I can be called in the middle of the night. People who make me laugh, who are there when I cry. Thank you, amazing incredible people!

Beginning

So this is the eve of the beginning. It's not the beginning of summer, but it is the beginning of my summer. This is where the adventure, the centerpiece of summer begins. CITing at a sleepaway camp for two weeks and then BARCELONA. I've never been anywhere outside of the U.S. (happy fourth of july by the way) let alone flown by myself. The flying alone has me completely freaked out (breathe you have two weeks breathe) but no way was I going to let that be the reason that I wouldn't go to BARCELONA.

For the next three weeks my life will be completely different (with the exception of my brief haitus home next weekend). That's sort've a weird thought because I'm used to this summer. I love summer. I love my town, I love my friends. I'm totally ready to be gone.

I've also got that continual sinking rollarcoaster feeling. Not because I'm particularly nervous to CIT. Not that any of this is anything I don't think I can do. It's just it's so much I don't ussually do. I'm not really a homebody, I'm just getting overwelmed in advance because I won't have the time or energy to get overwelmed later on.

Yesterday was the fourth of july. Oh joy! I love the fourth of july. I love holidays in general of any religion and especially the everyone-can-be-apart-of ones. Which made the fourth of july perfect. Also, added bonus, it was sunny. After a pretty solid two weeks of cold, wet, gray days. Something is very wrong when on July 1 there is some debate over pants or capris? Anyways, yesterday was gorgeous. And for the first time in my life, I branched out of my typical family style pjs on the deck independence day and went out. Okay just to my friend's house and we mostly watched Friends (highly highly reccomended) and I went to view the fireworks from this bridge down by the river. And that really made my day. Not only were there twenty thousand people I knew there, which just made everything better, but I could really see the fireworks. And I love the crowd, the lights, the people, the noise.