Pardon me as I try to articulate some of the mystery of the Journey. I’m sick and tired (not sick-and-tired, though) so this won’t be the most sparkling ditty I’ve ever written, but it will be simple and honest, and perhaps a little odd. And that’s just alright with me, in fact I prefer it.
Recently left my summer job at camp nearby the one described. This could not be more accurate. It’s not just young men though — it’s young women, too, who experience this age of home-limbo.
Anyway, beautifully and truthfully written.