Work in progress

Aching

I find myself subconsiously looking for my loved ones or being reminded of them frequently - in the last few weeks. My heart aches that I do not share in Saturday nights or Sunday mornings. I push these achings aside, reminding myself that school is starting soon, I can't afford to go home no matter how much I'd like to, and I'd just come back sad - but the ache is still there. The throb is still a reminder that they are there and I am not.

I saw a man wearing a green shirt and faded black jeans with a similar body type as my dad and I found that I wanted to hug the guy, as a poor substitute for my dad. The same for the little kids who come in to see me at work. These are the longings that remind me that I'm not the old tired independent but still a kid at heart who misses home just like every other kid at summer camp.