Going Away. At least until Sept. 6th.

On Friday the 25th we had our going away party up at camp. I had just finished a week at middle school camp and Kim had just finished a week packing our lives into liquor boxes. Thanks to all of you who came and made the going away party a great time for us. Thanks for your words, letters, gifts, memories, and everything else. Three things about the evening really stand out: Playing in the lake with Brendan and Kevin one last time, hearing from all of you what you remember about our three years here, and Kevin standing in front of everyone in the Ricky Martin belly shirt, wet jeans he cut into shorts only moments ago, and long dripping hair, saying, "sometimes I do some strange things..." Yes you do. Yes you do.
Thanks again to everyone for coming and encouraging us. I'll just leave you with this: Life is like a river sweeping us away to a new place but the going away party was like a band of forest animals standing on the bank and waving to us. Then when we look back, the animals are all gone because they've gone to forage for nuts and avoid predators. Except there's one smiling baby squirrel that just keeps waving and then his mom has to whisk him away from a diving hawk at that last minute. That was probably one of the most profound things I've ever written... George Washington University, here I come.