It's a real word, according to the Oxford Dictionary. We all know (or if you don't know, you do now) that it stands for the fear of missing out, but is there a word for knowing that you're missing out? That's how I'm feeling at the moment while my little sister is at camp while I'm here not doing much at home.
I wake up every morning at 11:30 AM (mostly because I stay up way too late watching the X-Files) and think, "Wow, they're about to eat lunch and I'm laying in my bed doing nothing." (#livingthedream) I read The Skimm, (an awesome email service that finds the important news, summarizes it, & puts it in less daunting terminology) test my blood and take my Synthroid, (yay endocrine system problems) and then watch X-Files to wait my required 30 minutes before eating. (Or in this case I forgo that ritual to instead write this blog post.) I'll forget my feelings of missing out for a while, but then at night, while I stare out of my window into the not-so-dark sky, (because there's a full moon tonight) I feel it again. That sounds super dramatic, I know, but that's my story and I'm sticking with it.
Camp is my favorite place in the whole wide world and it makes me so sad that I couldn't go with Anna this year, but I know second session is going to be amazing and that CITing is going to be the best. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Well if that means that wanting to be at camp right now will make me camp even more fun, then I REALLY can't wait for camp this year.
I'll leave you with a video of one of my favorite camp songs ever:
Moral of the Story: Love is wider than the miles between you and me, camp.