I know it’s unbecoming to complain, but this week totally sucked for me. I adore my job, but the one part I struggle with is the fact that travel is involved.
Traveling for work never fails to remind me of the one and only time I went to sleep away camp. It was dreadful, really. God only knows what possessed my mother and me to think I would have enjoyed it.
Sleeping bags. Bugs. Sweating. Sports. Crafts. Latrines.
Fuck latrines. Hand to God – I didn’t shit for 7 days. And they treated us to McDonald’s the third day we were there. Talk about uncomfortable.
I was away from home for a week. I’m pretty sure I cried every night. I’m very sure I wrote a letter home every.single.day.
Yes, that does mean that even after I returned home, my parents were still receiving tear-stained letters gushing about how much I missed them.
And now, at 26, not much has changed. I didn’t write Cory any letters, but being gone for 4 days was almost as miserable as sleep away camp. At least this time I had flushing toilets.