1. This article reminded me of all sorts of interesting memories from my childhood. One summer, when I was 11 years old, I had the opportunity to be part of a student ambassador program which sent me and a group of kids out to California’s unique redwood forests and headlands. Every kid out of the 36 of us that went, at one point during the two week interval, broke down and bawled due to homesickness. Some of the kids were downright incapacitated for hours at a time.

    And I looked on in bewilderment. I was not homesick once during the trip. Some of the counselors even asked me how I felt about being away, to which I responded with a shrug and an unelaborative “fine.”

    When my counselors told all this to my Mom (ISFJ), her response was “… I’m not sure whether to be proud or disappointed!”

    To clarify: I love(d) my family very much, and I did miss them all. I just didn’t have the time to spend dwelling on the fact!

    (My Mom will say the reason I was so independent and secure was because she held me so often as a baby. :P )

    That was such a great trip. I grew and developed so much as a result of it.

    (Source: olenhauas)