When I wrote this post on April 16, 2013, I had just moved to a new city in a new state. I've now been here going on six years and what a wonderful experience it has been. Was this my last move or are there more adventures awaiting me in the future? Only time will tell. I do love to make new friends. Packing all my books, on the other hand...
One is Silver, the Other is Gold
"Make new friends but keep the old. One is silver, the other is gold."
I was nine years old the first time I went away to Girl Scout summer camp. I remember being excited, but also apprehensive. I was, after all, only nine years old and I would be away from my family for two weeks with the only communication via hand-written letters sent through the mail. I was also concerned about making friends. A shy child, I wasn't used to putting myself "out there" and I was arriving at a camp where I didn't know a soul. The start was a bit rocky, I'll admit, with homesickness and tears the first couple nights. But then I settled in and began to enjoy everything camp offered, such as canoeing, swimming, nature hikes, crafts, sharing a tent with three other girls, making s'mores and banana boats over an open fire and outhouses. Okay, so maybe not the outhouses. ::wink:: What I discovered about myself during that first two-week camping experience was that even though I was a shy child, I enjoyed meeting new people and making new friends. By the final night of camp, when we sat around the campfire holding hands and singing the words above, I knew that I had made new friends that I would treasure and looked forward to the next summer when I would meet even more.
Those summers at Girl Scout camp set the tone for the years to come. I loved going on new adventures and
meeting new people. The summer of my fourteenth year, I expanded my horizons across the border, traveling to Mexico as an exchange student and living with a family in Mexico City for three months. A few years later, I spent the summer studying in Europe, making more new friends. My parents moved from Michigan to Florida while I was in college and all it took was one snowfall to convince me that's where my next adventure awaited. I was right. It was in Florida where I met my late husband and I can't imagine what my life would have been like without him in it. We moved several times during our marriage, eventually landing in South Carolina where I've lived for the last 17 years. Other than my childhood home, that's the longest I've ever lived in one place. But now, my next adventure has arrived.
Last week I bid farewell to my home in South Carolina, loaded all of my worldly possessions into a moving van and the dogs and I headed up the road to our new home in North Carolina. Am I excited? You bet! Am I apprehensive? No, I'm not. I've learned over the years that each new adventure is a memory waiting to be made; a new friend waiting to be met. I've also learned that leaving a place doesn't mean leaving the friends that I've made there. With care, those friendships will endure. I'm looking forward to future visits with treasured friends and welcoming them to my new home when they come here to visit me.
I was nine years old the first time I went away to Girl Scout summer camp. I remember being excited, but also apprehensive. I was, after all, only nine years old and I would be away from my family for two weeks with the only communication via hand-written letters sent through the mail. I was also concerned about making friends. A shy child, I wasn't used to putting myself "out there" and I was arriving at a camp where I didn't know a soul. The start was a bit rocky, I'll admit, with homesickness and tears the first couple nights. But then I settled in and began to enjoy everything camp offered, such as canoeing, swimming, nature hikes, crafts, sharing a tent with three other girls, making s'mores and banana boats over an open fire and outhouses. Okay, so maybe not the outhouses. ::wink:: What I discovered about myself during that first two-week camping experience was that even though I was a shy child, I enjoyed meeting new people and making new friends. By the final night of camp, when we sat around the campfire holding hands and singing the words above, I knew that I had made new friends that I would treasure and looked forward to the next summer when I would meet even more.
Those summers at Girl Scout camp set the tone for the years to come. I loved going on new adventures and
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Last week I bid farewell to my home in South Carolina, loaded all of my worldly possessions into a moving van and the dogs and I headed up the road to our new home in North Carolina. Am I excited? You bet! Am I apprehensive? No, I'm not. I've learned over the years that each new adventure is a memory waiting to be made; a new friend waiting to be met. I've also learned that leaving a place doesn't mean leaving the friends that I've made there. With care, those friendships will endure. I'm looking forward to future visits with treasured friends and welcoming them to my new home when they come here to visit me.
What adventures have you had since this posted five years ago? Have you moved? Been on any exciting vacations?
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