The beggining

OK, perhaps not exactly the beginning, that was probably about 8 months ago when I started filling out a Camp America application, maybe even arguably 2 and a half years ago when I first heard about Camp America and instantly knew it was something I wanted to do. But alas being an august baby I was not old enough to do it that summer so had to wait, then life got in the way but now it's really happening! In 38 days to be precise! 38 days and I will be boarding a plane to fly across the ocean to the land of the free, the land of dreams, the land of Ben and Jerry's and Harry Potter world!

It was back in January I was placed at a camp. I went to the London recruitment fair having filled in my online application and had my interview, armed with research and a list of my personal favourite camps (A must to insure you don't go crazy bouncing around the hundreds of stalls like a pinball machine). My first stop was unsuccessful after they told me they were only interested in hiring guys for the woodworking counsellor (my underlying feminist kicked in, so I left in search of my next choice, an all girls camp). Camp Aloha is a girls camp in Vermont, after a talk with a man who turned out to be the head of the woodworking department, I sat down with the camp director and I got HIRED ON THE SPOT.

Proof.

Since then I've paid the rest of my fees, got my visa sorted, signed up for a camp america trek, been scared about teaching woodworking and being responsible for children, as well as getting very excited and doing oodles of research about what to do when travelling. 

All I've got to do now is pack up, move back to Bournemouth for the next month, say goodbye to the family and then I'll be making my way to America!!