It is yet another morning at the bus station that I have to say goodbye to my family. This time shall be the final time that I shall give my mother that near-death experience where she so wishes to slap all sanity into me.
But that is not my concern; my biggest is leaving the woman behind that I shall marry and start a family with. Her eyes are filled with tears of both happiness and joy; I think that seeing me doing this the last time is what shall drive her to get through the last three months.
Though getting on that bus does not make it any easier. Three months is a long time for someone that is on nothing but hostile ground.
And with that, as all the times before, I watch as the five most important people in my life become nothing but little ants in the back window.
The drive to Pendleton this time is filled is heartache, and the flight to camp does not even bring as much joy as I wish it to be.
