Sorgen

Too old to be at camp, too young to be a parent – I dropped Zu off at camp today. I don’t think I’ve ever really worried as much about anything recently except for maybe picking Zu up from the airport. It is weird how worrying about people is so different from worrying about other stuff – it’s so exhausting that I feel like the last four days have been more trying that some of the toughest days on my route. It seemed like having Zujus go to camp near Berlin while I’m here would be super easy, but it’s actually a lot of responsibility. And I worry. A lot.

I know she’s tough. I know she’s been to camp before but never somewhere where she doesn’t really speak the language. Maybe it’s just because I did it myself back in the day and I remember what it felt like – the highs, the lows. But I feel like I’m the one more “homesick” in this case and I was the one getting teary eyed as I said goodbye. And camp is fun, right? She’ll be alright and I’ll just worry silently.