So I flew into Westchester on Saturday night and am already in Lake George with my family and best friend. It feels so surreal being here. It's great to see the family and friends for a bit, don't get me wrong, but it's just so odd that it's all already over. So many of the hours and days this summer crawled by, yet somehow in hindsight the weeks flew. It's a little hard adjusting back home because nobody really understands. I'm really blessed that my dad came to visit me last summer, so he knows the extent of the job and the day to day obstacles. At the same time, he is able to recognize that joy on my face and see the twinkle in my eyes when I'm talking about home-owners, and he understands just how important they all are to me. But because he was the only one to visit me down there and unfortunately couldn't come again this year, I'm really struggling with explaining all of my stories and accurately portraying the significance and beauty of my summer. I feel pretty useless, laying around in the sun and on the couch up here on the lake, but my body is thanking me. It needs some rest, and a break from shotgunning Monsters and surviving off the varieties of Hostess treats. I'm so thankful that I got to visit my church again this summer- they're all such amazing people and I'm so lucky to have such a great community to fall back on. It's funny, now that I'm on staff and see my church group through different eyes, I am now so much more thankful than ever to be part of such a unique and incredible group of people! I wouldn't have wanted to be raised by any other group of wack jobs :)
All in all, my summer was challenging. Humbling. Moving. Rare. All of these words can't even begin to encompass what it really was, but they'll have to be enough and you'll all have to trust me when I say that I have the best job in the world.
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