As my mom alluded to in my last post, I have recently finished round two of finally unpacking from the June move. And among the old backpacks, picture frames and textbooks was a CD case of old pictures. Looking at them brought me back to a time where I felt I had it all together–fresh faced and college bound, nothing was going to get in my way.

One of the CDs was named Wildwood, after the camp I went to right after high school graduation. Each day we did a different modest task like a 10-mile hike, a 14-mile mountain bike ride, and clearing a wooded area for a mountain bike ramp. There were no walls to our cabins and no electricity. And after the eating (a lot of) best camp food I’ve ever had, they gave us huge pieces of chocolate cake (cake, frosting and sprinkles–all chocolate). Needless to say, it was one of the best weeks of my life. (Being in the best shape of my life may have helped, too.)

I think I was going through a phase where I actually liked country music. I’m glad that didn’t hold too long. Another thing that didn’t stick too long, unfortuately, was my love for cross country running. The first picture was one of the greatest moments of my life, but was very short-lived. The second–the best pajama pants/workout/everyday pants ever. I still have them, though the seat needs a lot of patching. I guess it’s proof that I do much more TV watching than running these days…