betsy oslund

Nostalgia has been the definition of my thoughts this summer. Even though I jumped on a plane and ran away from my past with my hands in the air the day I graduated, I am beginning to wish I could make everything go back to how it used to be. I hate to see people change, move on, and disappear. The innocent have become wild. The wild have become lame. And the lame have become forgotten. Change is inevitable. Change is bittersweet.

so last night i camped out with like 5 of my friends
we camped out in a tent on an island on the river in a thunderstorm with june bugs flying everywhere....now THAT is roughing it! haha

the boys just picked us up on a boat and away we went....thats how we do it in minnesota (none of this 5 star hotel business lol)

you know you have amazing friends when you can all sleep + snuggle together in a tent that stinks of vomit + hot-dogs,  and still have a smile on your face =]

BUT i now have a million mosquito bites and i cant get the campfire smell to go away.

past week has been…