They're smiling with you in their targets

I have discovered that I am where I am supposed to be but I do not belong anywhere. I am a "floater" here just as I was in high school. How foolish of me to think that it would be any different. Not that I mind, usually. For the most part I like it, it's just that there are times when I wish it were different. But, you know, things happen. We'll see what it's like next year and even for the rest of this one. We'll see what summer holds. There is the possibility of moving to Calgary for the summer. Although my first love is to work at camp. If God sends me to Calgary I shall rant and scream and cry and go. And probably enjoy it there. So I'm torn right now as to what's happening with summer. Where am I going? Why?