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Sunday, April 8, 2012

A Faraway Land

Anticipation.

That feeling when your muscles are tensed, you lean forward, you wait for the signal that means you can go. You listen and wait and inwardly reel with giddy glee at what you know and expect and desperately hope will happen.

That's what I feel now. On the eve of my first huge youth retreat since middle school. As such, all of my retreat memories are packed into one weekend of pouring rain and screaming middle schoolers. And yet it was the most glorious weekend in the world. I smile just remembering all the laughs and incredulous whoops of glee.

And all I can do now is wait.

And pack clothes.

And charge cameras and ipods.

And paint my nails.

And twist fabric strips into bracelets for my team, most of whom I've never met.

And wait.

SO EXCITED!

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