Camp

Some days, some good days, some bad days, you just want to go back home.

It seems strange living alone. It feels like camp. A really long camp. But you know eventually, someday you are going home. Just not yet.

Sometimes, if you don't hear it long enough, hearing your dad's voice makes you smile. Sometimes, when your mom asks you how are you, you just want to cry and laugh and smile all at the same time.

Sometimes, you miss home. Sometimes, you don't.

Right now, I miss home.