9/13/25
This morning, I felt like I had an inkling of a sore throat. I knew if I had a cup of tea it’d clear right up. Only problem: I don’t know how to boil water in the woods..
and I didn’t have any tea.
So I turned to my squad.
From three separate people, I was provided three different kinds of immunity tea, a metal mug, and help on how to use campus’ electric kettle.
I felt cared for.
Being sick away from home sucks.
because at home, at least someone can take care of you; at least your mom is there to tuck you into bed with a cup of tea when you feel like poop.
Not saying I was sick today (because I never get sick *sunglasses emoji*), but I had a killer headache that really sucked the life out of me. And because everyone on my squad had used our sabbath to Uber out of campus and explore stores and coffee shops, I felt pretty alone for most of the day.
I’m realizing my love for taking care of people translates over to a love for being cared for as well; I really love when I feel cared for. When people take care of me.
When I woke up from an afternoon power nap, I found all my squad had returned for dinner. When they found that I was having a hard day and a headache, numerous people offered me liquid IV packets and someone gave me Advil (shout out to Presley!!). My head was also prayed over twice today, and when everyone started yelling about football at dinner, Marrissa ran across the dinning deck to cover my ears in fear that it would hurt my already aching head.
I may not be at my home in Colorado, and my mom may not be able to coddle me with a yummy smoothies and hugs. But Mommy,
you can rest easy and know that I feel cared for.
Even the hard days don’t feel so hard when I know I’m loved. By my family here and at home.
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