Well, there’s not a lot of news here
since yesterday. I just got back from having lunch at the EDR with Nate. We
both go into work at three today, along with Maggie and Jen. Like I mentioned
yesterday, it’ll be the last shift that I have working with Nate and Jen, which
is kind of sad. This entire week is supposed to be pretty slow, so I’m sure
we’ll get some time during the shift to just hang out and talk, which will be
nice. Tomorrow I work the morning shift with Rob, David, and Rebecca. At first
I thought that I wouldn’t be working with Rob at all anymore, but it looks like
the schedule changed some, so I’ll actually be working with him one more time
before I leave. It seems like a while since I’ve worked the back-to-back shifts
(3 to 11, then 7 to 3), but tomorrow will be slow again, so I think it’ll be
okay.
Today I’ve been continuing to clean
up my room and get my stuff organized to pack up. Tomorrow after work I’ll
probably pull out my suitcase from under my bed and start to actually get stuff
packed up. The fact that I’ll be home in less than a week is getting more real
all the time. It’s been almost exactly four months since I left San Antonio to
begin this adventure; that’s much longer than anytime I’ve been away from it
before. This was the first summer of my life that I didn’t get to go to Port
Aransas for vacation, the first summer that I wasn’t with my family for the
Fourth of July, along with many other firsts.
Grand Teton National Park- my home
for the best summer of my life. I had some amazing, crazy, unforgettable
experiences here over the past few months. Some were things I expected to do.
For example, I went on some incredible hikes, saw some beautiful scenery, went
cliff jumping into the super cold Gros Ventre River, went kayaking on Jackson
Lake, and camped up on a hill with a perfect view of the Teton Range. Some
experiences, on the other hand, were some I definitely didn’t expect to have. I
witnessed my first bar fight. I sang in public for the first time. I played my
first drinking game. I ate my first meal from McDonald’s. I took risks that the
20-year-old version of me wouldn’t have. I don’t regret one second of my time
here; despite missing home, I loved everything about it. I got to share in
celebrating Nate’s, Jesse’s Cristina’s, and Maggie’s birthdays here this
summer. At the same time, though, I missed several of my friend’s and family’s
birthdays back home. These past few days have been really slow, knowing how
soon I’ll be home. I never thought I’d look forward to returning to the crazy
heat and humidity that I know San Antonio is in right now, but I am.
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