So today is one of those days that isn’t quite going how I’d planned it. I have work to do on an assignment that is due on Friday; I’d downloaded all my research ready to read but when I found myself writing this blog post in my head instead of thinking about how Addison constructs the persona of Mr. Spectator, I thought I would give myself a second break today and write the damn thing down.
You see, my dear blogging chums (I’ve really missed saying that!), I’m in quite the conflicted position at the minute. Putting my story of ‘why things changed’ on hold for a minute, I write to you today for advice. I’m aware this isn’t something I’ve really done before. I’ve asked for opinions in the comments before but I have never asked you, my readers, to help me make a pretty big decision; but, here I am, there you are, and here we go.
Some of you may have heard of the company ‘Americamp’ before; they’re an organisation that sends people around my age to work in summer camps in different parts of North America every year for about three months of summer. You spend approximately two months working in these camps and then, for the final month, you’re allowed 30 days to go and explore America. It was something I first noticed on Facebook but then really began to research during one of my lectures (’cause I’m a great student!) and I was genuinely intrigued but also, deep down, never really thought it would happen. It was one of those things that I would ogle at and marvel at how fun it looked without ever actually doing anything about it. So, this time, I resolved to do something about it and started an application.
For the past couple of days, however, I’ve essentially been looking for a reason to put myself off going, looking for a reason not to go. I had already been in contact with the people at Americamp and it so happened that at the minute, the application fee is £5 instead of £40. I’d spoken to my manager about taking unpaid leave for three months away from work and he said it would probably be doable. I have no commitments over summer (in fact next year is the year I finish uni and there is a pretty good chance that I’ll either be looking for or have a job over the summer) and I’m currently in a relatively financially stable position. My point is, dear reader, that all of the attempts I have made to find a reason not to go have failed. I like to think I’m not the soppy believing in signs from the universe kind of person, but it does seem that all of the signs are pointing me to go.
The only qualm I have about going now is the fact that I would potentially be bunking with a fair number of people in the same room as me (possibly children) which, as someone who currently lives alone, is a little disconcerting. But that seems like a small price to pay for potentially having the time of my life. After I’m done bunking with these people, I’d get 30 days to go exploring America with the people I’ve met in camp.
The bottom line is that I could potentially have the best summer of my life but I still have that little niggle at the bottom of my stomach telling me that I might not like it, that I’ve never spent that long away from home in one go before, that my Mum might be devastated that this would be the first family holiday that I’d miss.
So, guys, it’s over to you: thoughts? I particularly need reassuring on the whole sharing-a-room-with-loads-of-people front. (I’m hopefully now going to get on with my assessment and read your comments as the day goes on!)