Passport...... ( Day 1)

My church traveled a few hours to camp in Virginia called Passport. It was my first year going. I was really nervous and worried. I didn't really want to go, but I wanted to really bad. All of the youth got thereon Monday morning and were ready to leave. I WAS SICK! I had a really bad migraine and just wanted to sleep. We all gathered around and made the best of how I felt. I ended up riding with Bre's mom because of how sick I was. We made it about half way and stopped for food. As soon as I got out of her car, I threw up all over the bushes. It was nasty. I couldn't eat anything at all. I drank a little sprite in hopes that it would help, it didn't. I threw up again before we started driving. I threw up all over the car. I felt so bad about it, but she reassured me. She said she's done it before and her kids have done it. She said not to worry about it. We made it to camp. The few people I was in the car with and I were late showing up. We missed the group photo but took another one later. We stood out in the heat for a few minutes which made me feel even worse. I ended up having to go inside and sit down. We got our rooms and I took a nap till dinner. I threw up a few times in between then. My room mates and I went to dinner, I didn't eat anything and ended up getting sick again. We went to the opening celebration and had so much fun. Then we met our groups and hung out for an hour. After that we had church group devotions with our youth group. After that I went to bed. I passed out on a very uncomfortable bed and slept most of the night. That was day one....

Cameron-Elizabeth 🐬

Well........

Today is Saturday. I'm sure I wont post this till tomorrow. Sorry.
I am leaving on Monday for a mission camp a few hours away. I am excited and terrified. I want to go, but I don't. I know this is going to sound really stupid. I have never been this far away from my parents for this long. I literally want to cry just thinking about it, and I actually am right now. Last year my dad was sick. I didn't go last time because I was scared something would happen and I wouldn't be here. It did. He had to go to the hospital. This year. I was convinced by Bre to go. It's his last year and he really wanted me to be able to experience one trip while he was there. I am super glad he convinced me. I know that if I get there and hate it, I can still hang out with Bre and try to make the best of it. I'm scared of being by myself the whole time. Don't get me wrong, I love the kids in my youth. But sometimes I am still the outsider even when they try to make me feel at home. I want to go have fun, but at the same time, I want to be here with my dad.
This year, I am going with our youth group. I don't have a whole lot of trust in our youth pastor. I know last year, our actual pastor went. He guaranteed I would love it, and if I didn't, he would take me home. This year we have Colb as our single male chaperone. We have Lucy, who is fantastic, as one of our female chaperones. The other female, is Bre's mom. She is fantastic and I trust her whole heartedly. If she told me something to do, I wouldn't question her. I am hoping that I can ride with her up to the camp. Being in the van with no air and Asthma, would suck. I cant breath with the hot air outside as it is, let alone in a van with 12 other kids.

(I am sorry for how late this is. I was supposed to post this on the 6th, about  weeks ago. I have another one that I will post responding to this one in a few days.)
Cameron Elizabeth