Well, It’s about that time again. “Update your xanga site,” the voices say with wrinkles upon their brows. So I shall converse about thusandsuch, suchandforth, and forthandthus (I know, I know…but they should be real words).

So I just got back from CS/PFO-SOM. A kid’s camp for missionary kids with the worlds most acronymriaded (also not a word) title in the world . For the first three weeks I had a tribe of six 7/8-year-olds. For the last two weeks I coordinate the 4/5th grade program. This was my fifth year at the camp and I loved every minute of it.

Today was a very nostalgic day. I meandered my way through old photos and contemplated the passing of time and relationships. I came across a current picture of a good friend I haven’t spoken to in 10 years. I had no idea he’s married now and has a kid. We were such good friends back in the day. It makes me wonder which of my good fiends today will end up as distant memories 10 years from now despite my best intentions. I think about those I left without closure or even a proper goodbye. The tears I suppressed in an effort to appear controlled cost me more than I planned. I’m not depressed…just really nostalgic. Tomorrow morning I won’t remember exactly what I’m feeling right now or why, life will go on, and memories will fade, but xanga will last forever!