This evening, all three Katima-houses have congregated at a Chalet out in the outskirts of the city. This unassuming building is now the temporary home of 31 teenagers. It is loud and busy, but we have made it our summer camp, even in the dread of winter. Here we are debriefing on our adventures thus far in Katimavik, evaluating our project leaders, and preparing for the next stop. It is bitter sweet to be leaving the house in Ste. Foy as it has become a true home to us. It was the place that we looked forward to returning to after a hard day. We are comfortable there. We loved it. Now we are almost homeless, knowing that we are not to return to the crayon box. Having the other groups here is great. We are such freinds that I couldn't imagine this rotation with out them. Both the Beauport and Levis, or rather Maple Creek and Kamloops now (that was weird to type) are great freinds to us.
Packing up the house was strange. Taking the photos down, stripping beds, emptying drawers. Cleansing the house of our group made it seem just so unreal. My room, stripped and bland, looked like a prison cell. A prison cell that we still wanted to stay in. Walking around the house, the walls were echoing, the floors were mopped, it was bizarre. Our house as not dirty, but it was never that clean. It had an un-lived in feeling that we had never felt in that tiny house before.
But now we are onto our next rotation, our next adventure. As a group,we will take what ever Vanderhoof has to throw at us :)
Every day is a new adventure, so No Worries
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