what going back to camp for a weekend taught me about being an adult
on the second to last weekend of summer I commuted eight hours each way to central new hampshire for my all-girls sleepaway camp’s 105th reunion. I’ve never been a “camp girl” in the traditional sense of living and breathing it; it’s not my entire personality, it didn’t make me want to join a sorority in college, and I keep in touch with fewer than five friends I met there. the five summers I spent in new hampshire were special and formative, though not in the way most people’s camp experiences tend to be…
