You would think that it being Sunday and all, I would be packed and ready to leave for camp tomorrow, right? Well...because I am the queen of procrastination, I began packing for this 10 week journey at approximately 2pm this afternoon. Whoops? What are you supposed to take to camp anyways? Do they have any classes on this? Like Camp 101 or something. Presby...get on it. After a long afternoon of fighting with my closet and my suitcase, I think I have only over packed a little bit. Looking back on my packing experience, I've always been an over-packer. "Yes," I would always argue with mom, "it is necessary to bring 4 pairs of shoes for one night. You never know when I'll need to dress up." It is a running joke with my family that whenever I pack to go anywhere for a weekend or a few days, my parents usually stare at my suitcase, look at me, and with a smirk on their faces, joke "Are you going for a weekend or a year?" Well, all I can say is that I'm well-prepared. If something happens and I am stuck at Kanuga for 6 months, I am ready. And if not, well then, I just have more options that anyone else there. Although I will have to leave a lot of diva at home, a lot of the diva in me is joining me at camp. This includes my wedges for carnival night and weekends, my headband with the flower on it, my pearl earrings, and a few sun-dresses. I will say that I bet I will have the most comfortable bed at camp...maybe not something to brag about but hey; If presby has taught me anything, it's that a comfy bed is really important in keeping your sanity during high stress times...like starting a new job at camp for instance.
Speaking of high stress situations, this week threw a little curve ball in my journey to the "noog"(Thanks Holtie for the new nickname). As some may know, my car (Cora) has been having a lot of car trouble in the past few months. It's always been on the interstate, and she hasn't broken down for a good 8 weeks or so, which means that I was finally getting comfortable driving her again. She had gotten me safely to Kanuga and back twice, so in my mind we were good to go for the summer. So rewind to Friday. I was leaving the bank when all of a sudden Cora wouldn't go. My power steering was turned off and every single emergency light on my dash turned on. You know that sounds when you stick your tongue out and like make that vibrating/spitting sound? (Gross analogy, I know, just bear with me) Well, that's what she did. She quit and would not budge anymore. Apparently, Cora doesn't like the heat...she must be a Diva, too. After an embarrassing conversation with the lady in the drive-thru window, I managed to get my little car down the road far enough to pull over and call my dad for help. Good...I leave for camp in 3 days and my car is broken down. No bueno. Fast forward to today, and here I am. Car still in the shop, not going to be ready by tomorrow. So, what is the plan B? Dad will be making the 3 and a half hour drive up to Kanuga to drop his little girl off...just like camp back in the day. Thinking back on it, I just can't help but to laugh and to think that maybe God let this happen to really get things going with a punch just like they did that one summer when I was 9. Let's just hope this time, Papa Rich doesn't have to drag his little girl into her cabin kicking and screaming...I'm twenty now. I'll just cry after he leaves.
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