Captain's Log - August 2005
On the left you'll see a bit of my church's youth group room. When I think about the room itself, I remember a lighted cross in the back, music equipment on the stage in front, Christmas lights on the ceiling year-round, and comfortable couches just waiting for intimate and soul-searching conversations to be had amongst them. I associate a time of learning, growth, and meditation with the place. I distinctly remember walking into the room as a freshmen and feeling completely alien. By the time I graduated, my comfort zone had extended to this more-distant 'port' and beyond. On the right is another camp I attended every summer, this one with my church choir. I attended this camp for seven years, from before 7th grade until the summer before my senior year. Again, I arrived my first year intimidated by the thought of a week away from home in this foreign place, but by my last year it felt like a second home. It was located in the great outdoors enough to where you felt free from society and your burdens back home, yet I was still surrounded by people and activities that I was very familiar with. I went back to visit this past July, and the roads and buildings were all so familiar; it actually felt a bit small, though, and with this feeling came the awareness that I was ready to move on to different shores.