Do you remember your first time at a sleepover? Or summer camp? The anxiety of missing home, the longing for familiarity, the excitement to reunite with your clan? This post comes to you on my first night away from Lucie: a business trip to San Francisco.
It brings back all of those 6th grade feelings– only without the backache from sleeping on a basement floor or moldy, sub-par mattress. And at least there is no Nightmare on Elm Street, T.P.ing the rival basketball team or pretending to have crushes on male celebrities during Truth or Dare. Although Zack Morris did have quite the sweater collection back in the day. Oh, Little Bug. I miss you.