I arrived safely in Illinois after ten weeks of summer camp
and 9 days of post camp shenanigans. I was away from internet and most forms of
technology which accounts for the radio silence. Given the opportunity, I more
than likely would not have posted anyway due to exhaustion. Camp sucks every
ounce of life from your body. One just has to hope that at the end of the
summer, it will have been worth it.
As is usually the case with camp, there were struggles and
triumphs and lessons in every moment. My summer had a few recurring themes. Maturity,
identity, and gender norms were amongst them. So now I will start where I
ended, with the people I love and the family I gained.
I have lived a somewhat disjointed life. I wouldn’t go so
far as to call it nomadic but I have not developed roots in one set place thus
far. From one experience to the next I have met people in various places in
life and stages of awareness. Life has been a string of moments occupied by an
assortment of characters. Some have shaped me in incredible ways and some have
shared laughs before the moment passes and we part as friends.
Some friendships make complete sense in a time and place.
Some outside force brings two (or more) people together, united against a
common enemy or for a particular cause. Three and a half years ago I spent an
amazing night at a park in Brooklyn with a girl who helped me see the world
more clearly and I haven’t seen or talked to her since. But I also haven’t felt
quite the same bond with another person.
A very wise friend said not long ago that real life just
doesn’t feel as meaningful as camp. Every moment we were making memories and
now we are simply living. And I mostly agree. At camp, and in many other
scenarios that have played out in my life, the relationships we develop have an
expiration date. It encourages us to appreciate every moment that we have with
each other. Each of us will go on to real life. Whatever that looks like. And
we will take with us the moments we shared. Changed in some way but still
moving forward from the summer together.
But we assign significance to each relationship and each
moment. For me this has looked like bonding with other humans under time
constraints. Life needs to have meaning regardless of an ending date. Moments
should be important whether you have a million more or only a few to hold on
to.
Above all else, that is what I’m learning.