Afterglow 2013 - Day 8 Saturday

Kevin is my best friend, so it is somewhat mandatory that we get a picture together before we went back home and would no longer be able to spend every day together. But maybe that's a good thing. You should never do anything in excess. Never.

It's hard to say goodbye to Afterglow. It's even harder to go to Memory Point to say goodbye to Timmy. So hard that I almost don't want to do it. But I know that's not right. Sometimes you just have to suck it up and do what is right even though it hurts.

This was admittedly a down year in Afterglow history, but that didn't make it easier to say goodbye to the place that I called home for the last 7 days. It's hard to deal with the fact that it will be 358 days until I will be up here again. That really sucks.

Leaving Afterglow is always tough. So is packing a small car filled with the weekly possessions of three people. But somehow I do it every year. It's a part of life and I do whatever it takes to survive in this World. I adapt. I'm a survivor. And I will live through it.

We clean out the cabin, remove our personal belongings and put all the furniture back where we found it. It's almost like we weren't here but I know the truth. And I have the pictures to prove it. I must document my life lest it gets lost in a blur.

The only good thing about the last day at Afterglow is that we have to eat up all of the perishable food that won't survive the trip home. That means I had Oreos and milk for breakfast. A little something to soften the blow of the saddest moment of my year...

The final day is great for family pictures if you didn't get a chance to squeeze one in between all the fun we were having the other 7 days up here. It helps to create lasting memories that we can look back on when we aren't up here. I understand that times change and people change as well, but isn't it nice to look back on what was once upon a time? I'm all about never forgetting the past.

Mom kept the selfie train rolling right into the station today and it almost ended up being a runaway locomotive if I didn't pull the cord and stop this train. Selfies are for preteen girls Mother. I know they are fun and sometimes necessary when there is no one else around to take the picture, but enough is enough. I don't care if they are with your closest brother (age-wise) and one of your oldest friends.

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