Cul-de-sac

Dear Chandos & family,

I miss you more than any words, even all the ones that I know, can say. I mean that in the most honest, non-dramatic way possible. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I mean, I remember you always; but I'm really missing you these days.

For just one more day, I want to be standing next to the flag pole with you on top of the hill, watching little kids get pwned by Beau and Spam on the soccer field. Just for one more day, I want to be playing keys and thigh-slapping with you on the stage in the musty ever-shrinking barn in which sheet music dampens and sags over the edge of the stand within minutes. For just one more day, I want to be dousing Cherry Grove in pine sol, hanging streamers in the staff lounge, and mopping the shower houses (even mopping the shower houses!). For just one more night, I want to beat you up in the grandmother skit in front of a campfire, and watch Genovia speak gayly in the director skit. Just for tonight, I want to be discovering the big dipper as we slip past the "beach closed" sign and lay down on the cold, rocking dock. I want to take one more picture with Ducky. I want to go sailing with him, too. I want a creamsicle from the tuck shop, and one more handful of no name cheese puffs while sitting on the kitchen counter.

I'm back in Toronto right now, and have been trying to meet up with some of my bests. (I wish that we were all a little less busy so that we could all get together at once and go on a canoe trip and make our own fires and poop in the woods and sleep under stars or something, but I miss everyone enough that I'll make the extra effort). It has been so good to see everyone, but it only makes me miss this more.

More importantly, however, is that after catching up with some of the camp fam, I'm only more certain that we should probably all live in a cul-de-sac together once we're all married (Pepps, Peaches, & Jet (almost!), you'll have to wait for the rest of us to catch up, ha).

If you are unconvinced, scroll on down.

I'm telling ya..

A cul-de-sac.

That is all.

See you soon.

Love,
Veto

xxo