Shared Comfort

Day two of my semester abroad: I just made a countdown to when I can see my parents. Day two of my semester abroad: I almost feel like I am ready to go home. Day two of my semester abroad: maybe I'm just not cut out for this. I have a few stories to tell you all. Let's begin. Homesick story #1: I remember when I was eight years old and at camp for the first time ever, my homesickness hit me so hard that I sat under the waterslide and cried until my counselor came to get me. I couldn't sing the worship songs because I heard too much of my mom in them and I couldn't do activities because all I wanted to do was experience them with my dad. Homesick story #2: about ten years later, when I worked at this camp as a counselor, I was away from home for a three month period but would visit home once every month. My visit home would be no longer than 24 hours and each visit felt more and more painful. At about week 8, I remember very vividly sitting on my bed during the w

Hello, my name is Sydney and I am undeniably dramatic. Those of you who personally know me will read this, laugh, and probably recall an instance where I have been exceptionally dramatic and emotional. As I have mentioned many times before, I am moved to tears almost everyday over the smallest things like hearing an old Maroon 5 song or getting a good discount on clothes. This is just who I am. I've always been this way. I can think of a million times where I have been made fun of for the way I handle my emotions. When I was younger, I used to get extensively hurt when someone would call me dramatic. In high school, it would anger me to the point of my face turning red and it would lead me to scream in my car when I was alone. I felt like people would discredit my opinion because of how dramatic I was and it made me feel small and unappreciated. To this day, people still call me dramatic but as of about two years ago, it doesn't affect me as much as it used to. Here's wha