Letter 11. Fuck North Idaho.

Sup, ho? I haven’t written here since 2012. It’s funny to see the things I wrote before. And the dudes I wrote about. Who the fuck is Samori? Apparently I knew him and liked him. I came into CDA today to get out of camp for the day. Trying to really not work when it is my day off. I had to call because I forgot to put the new menu in the kitchen and Dad sounded like he was about to lose his mind. Somewhat rightfully, somewhat not. That man needs to take care of himself. Honestly, I’m starting to really look forward to leaving this job.  I love to cook and feed people, but the bullshit at camp is getting to be too much.  I really am not getting the support I need.  I am a bit worried about how hard the kitchen will fall on it’s face when I leave.  But that is life.  Dad has to start asking for help, no, demanding it.  Because I won’t kill myself for this job anymore.  I can’t.  I have to take care of me.  Hard as that may be.  I have been thinking of taking a couple online classes this semester.  I’m debating on 1, 2, or 3.  Speech, Psych, and English.  I want to start working towards a degree because I think I would like to spend some time in the Peace Corps after the Camino and such.  I read a post today from a woman who did the Camino five times.  It was really nice and comforting.  I am looking forward to you coming here soon.  Hopefully, you will relax and not be such a big ball of stress when you get here.  I hope you start finding more ways to manage your stress while in nursing school and beyond.  Because I worry about you and you aren’t all that pleasant lately.  Your father just text me and asked me to pickup bandaids.  I asked if it could wait.  It is very hard to say no for me sometimes.  I felt guilty at first and now I feel really good about standing up for me on my day off.  Such a simple thing. But so hard.  I need to pee. And I think I am going to go down to Art on the Green and get something to eat.  So.  See you soon.  Don’t know if you still get notifications about this blog or not.  But best of luck.