I cry and stuff.


Every Thursday, my Instagram feed is taken over by kiddie Kodak moments. Friday's eve is Throwback Thursday in the Insta world where users upload a picture from their past, be it from twelve months or twelve years ago. In honor of this day, I pulled up this letter I wrote to my oldest brother while I was at camp for the first (and last) time. I was extremely homesick, if the letter didn't spell that out clearly enough. I slept in my mom and dad's bed for most of my childhood. The thought of staying home alone was terrifying until I was a teenager. And, at my first sleepover, I walked home from the neighbor's house at three in the morning. Needless to say, I was a homebody and not cut out for sleep away camp.

Anyway, the note made me laugh for a few reasons -- the chicken scratch handwriting, its brevity, and my no sugar-coating way of revealing my misery. Though having more free time this summer makes my pangs of homesickness slightly stronger, I'm happy to report I'm mostly over the syndrome. Happy Throwback Thurs!