Writing Home

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that there’s a world outside of camp. Other times, like now, it’s all you can think about. Maybe you miss your friends, your family, waking up in your own bed. Maybe you’re writing home in the hopes some outside force will come to your rescue, or maybe you just don’t want them to worry.  One day the summer will end and, with any luck, you’ll be home, and both the joy of camp and the dread of the Lindworm will be a distant memory. Until then, all you can do is write a letter. 

This is a ritual for the Sleepaway Jam. You can find Sleepaway here.