Still Crying Like a Baby at Age 22

So the summer camp I was working at ended yesterday. The goodbyes were emotional, as the students have become so close over the past six weeks and the proctors so attached to them. Of course, playing the saddest songs ever doesn't help either. I remember being a student at the camp seven years ago and how upset I was to have to leave. I cried. A lot.

However, this year was no different. I was no less emotional than I was then. Realizing that you are closing a chapter of your life and starting a new one is one of the saddest parts of moving on. After becoming so close with co-workers and kids, knowing that I will be sitting in an office in less than a month is depressing. On Monday morning I will wake up expecting the kids to be returning so we can continue on with Week 7, but there is no Week 7. It's over.