…It’s more like a big box, but it’s not very big anymore. It just keeps shrinking. In the summer the possibilities were endless. Between two weeks in the mountains and a week of church camp, everything felt good. Oh, but then Fall. Everything falls apart. Summit people leave, camp people leave, and people that were never with me in the first place are still gone. I spend my all time with my class of 16 that I’ve known since 2nd grade. Now, my friends are struggling too. They’re all breaking up, and as for me, twenty bazillion possibilities haven’t worked out, and now I’m back where I was: staggering about blindly in a forlorn place devoid of any female life. Yeah. So the box is small. The only people I ever cared for either live in a different state or have always hated me. Sigh. If only I was born in Michigan, or if there were no hurricanes…
