SchwartzBlog

For the most part I don’t have a lot of emotion towards people and objects. Not sure why, I just don’t. But one of the things I do truly love is my camp. While I was at camp (June 30th-August 31st) I took care of some homesick kids since I have been at this camp for years and the owner trusts me with new kids. One of the first things I would say to them was that I was the most homesick person they would ever meet. “You have no idea how homesick I get when I leave camp” I would say to them in hopes of getting a smile out of them. But it’s true. And it took me being home for 4 days to truly figure it out. And here is how I did; Since I have been home I have only wanted to do 3 things. The first is see shows, just like the ones I played in at French Woods. The second is simply the fact that the only people I have been communicating with are from french woods, and the only people I have gone out of my way to see are the ones I was with at french woods. The last was harder to figure out. One of the things I like to do is race. And the one thing I have been doing the past few days is racing Go-Karts. now let me be clear, I am not going to six flags and racing bumper cars. I race at a place called Grand Prix New York. GPNY uses 6.5 horsepower karts, and my track times calculate and average speed of 32 MPH, which puts a top speed at around 37 MPH. So in short, I love to race. But what connects to FWF is the fact that one of the things I loved to do and constantly did at FWF was drive Gators, which were maintenance vehicles which also could go relatively fast if you drove the right vehicle. So at french woods I loved the shows, the people, and the driving. And now that I’m home, subconsciously I only want to do activities that relate to what I loved at French Woods. In other words. I am homesick. And there is no other way of putting it.

But I never like to end these posts on a bad note. Because another thing that happens over the summer. As some of you know, one of the biggest impact on my life has come through my experience as a referee. And I guess some people caught on. Because over the summer my younger brother dan certified as a referee. And I was so proud to hear it. Dan and I are very different, but in my opinion, being a referee is an experience with numerous rewards. So not only has dan learned the rules of the game, but he has since learned much more. His first game should be next week. And there is no doubt in my mind that he will do great, and that I will be watching every step of the way.