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Life since camp has kind of been like purgatory. While I am awaiting news about visas and zaproszenie, I constantly dwell on the pros and cons of all the decisions I must make in the immediate future that will drastically affect my life. The ultimate and underlying question is: what do I really want?

While teeter-tottering back and forth on that one, I have been spending my days doing non-impact activities: listening to music, studying a little Polish, flipping through my former music textbooks, playing Uno with Chloe, swimming with Kellie, and yapping on the phone with certain computer super heroes. After days of scrubbing and rubbing, I got the green oil-based paint marks off my limbs from when I helped Robert weather proof the deck on Sunday. I've also been helping with the hay bailing process and even have some blisters and bruises to prove it.

Today I make the three hour drive down to my parents for a weekend visit. Plans include an evening at Dorney Park with Vicky, a very special Polish special music for church, and Sunday afternoon at the church corn roast.

Anyone want to venture a guess at how many times I will probably sneeze today? Maybe I can break my personal record and hit 40 something.