Dear Tajar,
It really only just hit me that tomorrow I’m heading to camp. My heart is pounding just thinking about it.
As usual, I stayed up way too late packing because as usual I got distracted by puffy paint. So now it’s two in the morning, and I can’t sleep because of my excitement.
And this year, my ten months leading up to camp were much better than those last year. I’ve grown so much, and I’ve accomplished so much. This past semester, I got all A’s. I got a job as an RA. And best of all, I got a promotion at camp.
I’m going into this summer feeling much better about where I am in life. So far, being 19 has been one of the best years I’ve had, and I’m determined to make the next 5 months of my 19th year amazing too. And that includes these two months on the mountain.
Tajar, people divide their years in all different ways. Some divide by semesters, some by seasons, and some by camp and real life. A life of waiting ten months for two.
I’ve put in my ten. Ten great months full of memories and friends. Ten great months of overcoming challenges. Ten great months of finding a real sense of myself. But now it’s time for my two.
Two months of magic. Two months of sunshine. Two months of smiles.
Two months of camp.
This time tomorrow, I’ll be sleeping under the stars. This time tomorrow, I’ll be home.
0 days till camp,
Love Malibu

You know that you’re only making like a dollar an hour, but haters gonna hate, you’ve got the best job in the world. People on the outside just don’t understand what it means to spend your summer in the camp wild.

(Source: divergent-in-the-tardis)

malibuboo:

Yes, Tajar really does.

To my Tajar, whoever you are, thank you.

You’ll never know just how much it means to me.

(Source: camp-taught-me)

Dear Tajar,

There comes a time at the end of every school year where the only thing that keeps me sane is counting down to camp.

Planning all my summer adventures, waiting for the days to pass by, and knowing that soon I’ll be in the place that makes me happy are my goals for handling the stress right now.

3 more days of school madness. And 20 more days till I’m rolling in dirt.

Love,

Malibu