It's June the 1st and this blog is out of order 'cuz I just found it hiding in a pile of papers I've got in my locker. I was cleaning and purging and found this that was written the day I arrived here at Camp Monroe, about a month ago. Truth be told, I do not remember writing these words. However after re-reading 'em, I do remember 'moving day' with a bit of a cringe.
Kris reminded me a few weeks ago that I might be so adverse to moving due to how I was moved at o'dark thirty 16+ times as a little boy. The adults charged with protecting me would crash into my bedroom at the darkest time of the morning and tell me to pick 2 or 3 of my favorite toys 'cuz "we're moving." Actually they were usually running from the landlord. Now that I'm aware of that, one would think being roused at 4:00am wouldn't cause such a spike in adrenalyn (sp) and ativate my amygdala (fight or flight) response. Well, I still really don't like moving. However, rest assured I will happily and gleefully move away from Camp Monroe - soon :-).
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