Last night I got back from a 5 day wrestling camp at Lehigh University.
While there I had some doubts about what the camp was really doing for me. Will I really get better, I asked myself? Will this change a thing? Briefly I had some moments of homesickness and regret, dreading the practices that came three times a day.
But I enjoyed it in the end. It was quite the experience—something I wouldn’t have had otherwise. I’m glad that I went.
But I was also glad to be back home. At least at first. Perhaps the welcome home wasn’t so great. There were some guests over who were leaving soon after I came. Not that I’m complaining about that, I don’t like having guests over. But before they left, they all had to go to the bathroom. Mind you, I hadn’t been to my precious bathroom in five days and I also REALLY had to go to the bathroom. When one got out another went in—a pattern that continued for about fifteen minutes.
I went online, hoping to talk to some of my friends, excited to know what they were up to. I wanted to tell them about my trip. But the conversations I had were so incredibly…bland! I expressed this disappointment to my sister and she said to me: “What’d you expect? You were only gone five days.”
…And it’s true. Only five days. I only thought things were different for me. In reality everything is the same, everyone is the same. It sucks.
I don’t want to go back to camp or anything—far from it. But this, in all honesty, feels worse.
I guess it’s up to me to make something out of it.