Why Didn’t I Post This After Camp????
The Post-Falcons Depression was literally too real this year. I wasn’t ready for it. I know we had all week, but a week has never felt so fast before. I was in denial that we were leaving until we got home. Camp, and specifically that camp, hold the most positive feelings for me. It’s pretty much the first time that I felt like I belonged anywhere, and I never want to lose that. It feels so much like home there, and it’s so easy to pick up where you left off with people because half the time, you’ve been texting them since you last saw them, and even if you haven’t, it feels like no time has passed and nothing as changed. Leaving camp is the hardest thing I have ever had to do, and I still continue to do it. It’s my home. Those people are my family, and I love them unconditionally, no matter what. They’re the people I will always want to be around. I will never have enough time with them, and I am so lucky, so, so, so, so, so lucky to have the friends that I have and the memories that I have and the opportunities that I have because of the Polish Falcons. I will never stop missing it, and I will never stop loving it, no matter what. Even if they hit me in the face with shaving cream and call me Quasimodo for the rest of my life. This is my forever family. No doubt about it.













