Nordic winds calling me... home. We're home already?

It seems like my lovely Norwegian adventure would never end and the next thing I knew I was back in Texas. I was back on the road to camp doing what I have always done for 11 summers now. I can't believe how fast it flew by. I decided that I am keeping my adventure on the down low. Pictures made their way to Facebook but I'm keeping all the stories in my file for another day.

Directions

During a conversation today with a professor light was shed in her eyes, a revelation of sorts, in relation to my dislike for the directions that come with things. The general philosophy for me there is that I make my own directions to follow instead of following the ones given. I have been caught saying that "I function well with chaos." I tend to say this most in association to crafts. That statement should be interpreted as I prefer to work with supplies or objects that are used or leftover opposed to fresh, brand new ones. The little imperfections usually lead me to to greater inspiration. Also, I enjoy things with character and history. New stuff is shiny and appealing but I usually would rather employ the challenge of digging deeper for hidden use beyond what surface value discloses to the eyes of others. And all of that is part of why I generllay avoid directions. I like to make my own paths.