Sad, sad, sad.

I am going to miss the little fireflies near the swamp by the beach, the billions and billions of stars, and how sometimes at night, even though you had 200 people nearby, you felt like you were the only person for miles.
I'm going to miss how sometimes when I'd talk someone into a little clothing-optional swimming (most likely Sarah B, because nobody else, even the dudes, 'got it'), there'd be this exciting feeling like you might get pulled under, or that a fish would bite your naughty bits.
I'm going to miss the kids, forcing me to wake up early in the morning and be amazing all day every day.
I'm going to miss sundae bar.
I'm going to miss how, if I was really, really sick, Nicole would baby me just a little (even though she may never admit it).
I'm going to miss The Clothes Tree.
I'm going to miss having a little bit of passion about what I was doing for months at a time.
I'm going to miss how I would go out onto the docks, porn-juiced up, and feel like I just may catch on fire.
I'm going to miss throwing in my sticks.
I'm going to miss how, if a kid tries really hard to take a good photo, it's always the most beautiful photo in the world.
I'm going to miss being the 'gossip queen'.
I'm going to miss my rollerskates.
I'm going to miss my darkroom, and believe it or not, the bats.
I'm going to miss my CLC.
I'm going to miss being a kind, understanding, and attentive adult.
I'm going to miss sauce and PBR.
I'm going to miss 'dropping the hammer'.
I'm going to miss being woken up at 2AM, because someone had something awesome to tell me and it just couldn't wait until morning.
I'm going to miss all of the hugs, all of the sweet little moments, and all of the love.
I'm not going to miss the breakfasts. Or the ticks.

Much love from the waterfront up to the gates and everything in-between.
Hope it's an amazing summer.