The best thing about travelling with friends you’ve had for 8 years (and all the camps we’ve been to) is that their
bad habits and style of living is completely predictable, we each fell into defined roles because we all know each others strengths and weaknesses (trained through several fuzzies and affirmations!).
At the same time, we are so comfortable with each other that we can just be who we naturally are, be it OCD, cheapo, inappropriate or being incredibly annoying loud, go figure who’s who :P.
Of course there were things which we diverged on, from our favourite foods to our music playlist in our heads to our theories in life. But at the end of the day it converges in the love for spontaneity, the need to experience and our faith (most obvious in our faithful prayer before meals as a group). With all that mixed together, it was pretty epic.
It’s hard to pick a favourite moment because each moment can’t really be described on it’s own. Like how a tiring trek across the japanese alps cannot be seperated from the moment the sun shone on us while we propped our feet up by the bay at Osaka. All together they spell awesome. That’s why I’m incredibly nostalgic when I look back on my holidays and never as much when I’m just living each day. The whole is greater than the sum of it’s parts as Gestalt puts it.
Praise God for a fabulous grad trip (before my soul crumbles in the merciless working world).
“Never worry about anything; but tell God all your desires of every kind in prayer and petition shot through with gratitude,7 and the peace of God which is beyond our understanding will guard your hearts and your thoughts in Christ Jesus.”