does it ever get easier after your parents leave? does the paralyzing sadness ever cease to overwhelm you for an hour or two after they get in the taxi to the airport? do you ever stop wanting to stuff yourself in their suitcase, piece by piece, if it means getting to live near them again?
it is like i am at summer camp and i am well past loving the smell of smores and my parents came for family day and it was so, so fun showing them my new life, hiking and swimming and laughing. i had forgotten how much i love being around them in the last three months of canoeing and crafting and crushes but now they're leaving again, so soon, and i am realizing as they do that there is no end of the summer when i go back to my life with them. this is just my life now, me living here and them living there, and the counselors are expecting me to sing campfire songs just as we always do when all i want to do is cry.
