Megan McCormack

I’m not afraid to say “I don’t know.” And neither should you.

It is the local people and the culture they share with you that make every trip worthwhile, after all. It makes you wonder how you will ever be able to live a life different than the one you’re living now; how you ever lived before now.

You’ll have those days where you feel like you’re struggling just to stay afloat.

There’s no use mourning the dead trend of love letters, because that was a different time and today you’re lucky to even receive a letter in the mail, period.

It is only through them that we can begin to see all the good in the world, long after our adult-vision eyes have blurred our sense of imagination.

How we snapchat people sitting at the table with us, sharing meals but not conversation. How we accept heart emojis as a symbol of someone’s love when their presence is so deliberately absent. How we worry that we’ll fall behind if we don’t get the new iPhone, “but Mom, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!”

But don’t worry – your parents will assure you time and time again that it’s not your fault, it’s never the kids fault. They don’t get it though. We aren’t afraid that we’re the reason you fell apart, we’re afraid because we weren’t enough to keep you together.