I am about to embark on, what is pathetically, my first "camping trip".
Now I am not a "camping person"; I like electricity, and air conditioning, and beds; not to mention solid buildings and bug-free accommodations. But a girls got to grow up sometime, and I'm eighteen years old, so I can do this. I think.
But really, this is going to be fun, camping-out with my bestie; it's a new experience, a chance to grow. AND I get to get away from here for a little while, so that's a good thing.
I need this.
I need to get away from here.
If only for a few days.
If only to catch my breathe.
If only to hear God's voice again...
