I am frustrated by my pneumonia.
I am hoping that by tomorrow the wheezing will have mostly subsided and I will be well enough to pack all of my belongings and leave the following morning.
My eagerness to get back on the road has absolutely nothing to do with the quality of my stay in Summer Home Park. This summer has been absolutely unforgettable. Though I have spoken of them before, I feel as though the characters of the summer of 2010 deserve some more attention:
Mark's beautiful poetry, our shared love of nature, and our unique and pulsating friendship is something like I have not experienced before. Kelly, a puppy dog of a man, was an excellent dance partner and the source of the majority of my laughs this summer (both 'at' and 'with'). Kathleen and Olivia, my thirteen year olds who reminded me that acting like a grown up isn't always necessary. Lauri and Michael and Jonah and Scout, who have become my second family and reinforced my ideas about the necessity of being your own person. Mike, the motorcyclin' bouncer from the city, Kyle, the silent but steady sidekick, Mark Hall, Olivia's "unbelievably gorgeous" brother (Sorry about that, Mark Hall), Kevin, my boss with the laugh you could hear from a mile away, Kaitie, Kevin's daughter who was the only welcoming girl my age, the hilarious Miller boys, the Stephens and their funny entrances with foreign garb, Sue, the ex doobie brother's groupie, and many, many others made this the summer of all summers.
Mark's beautiful poetry, our shared love of nature, and our unique and pulsating friendship is something like I have not experienced before. Kelly, a puppy dog of a man, was an excellent dance partner and the source of the majority of my laughs this summer (both 'at' and 'with'). Kathleen and Olivia, my thirteen year olds who reminded me that acting like a grown up isn't always necessary. Lauri and Michael and Jonah and Scout, who have become my second family and reinforced my ideas about the necessity of being your own person. Mike, the motorcyclin' bouncer from the city, Kyle, the silent but steady sidekick, Mark Hall, Olivia's "unbelievably gorgeous" brother (Sorry about that, Mark Hall), Kevin, my boss with the laugh you could hear from a mile away, Kaitie, Kevin's daughter who was the only welcoming girl my age, the hilarious Miller boys, the Stephens and their funny entrances with foreign garb, Sue, the ex doobie brother's groupie, and many, many others made this the summer of all summers.
Kevin told me to email him in March to let him know if I wanted to work next year... We will see.
My confidence in this whole epic journey waivers quite often. I occasionally forget why I started this (like now, why did I start this?) and am constantly wondering what I am trying to achieve, and when I am going to be satisfied enough to stop. The only thing I keep coming back to is that I am searching for something, I don't know what it is, and I can't stop until its discovered/realized.
I am still thinly connected to things and people that Virginia owns, but I can feel its grip loosening as each day goes by.
I wonder when I will have a 'home' again.
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