Moving On

It was about two weeks ago today where I went to work and told my boss that I wanted Thursday to be my last day working at camp.

I have loved camp for the longest time, but it was time to move on from the typical job that was fun and safe and move on to something more risky. The most significant reason for leaving is that I need to focus on finding a job for the coming school year. It hasn't quite worked yet. Mainly, because the last week I was on Cape Cod with my family, but that is the beside the point.

It was on Thursday that I announced to the campers and staff that it was my last day. The announcement was met with a large amount of dismay. It ended with a standing ovation from the campers and a card by all of them signed. It feels difficult to leave but at the same time it was time for me to move on, a difficult decision but a decision no less.

Here I am after a few weeks off and I have finally run another mile today. It was shit, felt like shit, and I'm still recovering from a bad cough, but hell I will be able to move on to better things then soon as well.