Wump has gone off to scouts camp, departing Friday evening and spending Friday night and Saturday night away from home. She was careful to remind us that she can come home whenever she wants to, but I’m pre-writing this so I guess it remains to be seen.
(Follow-up: So far so good.)
It’s a difficult one to call. My gut tells me that she might get homesick and want to come home. Wump’s a sensitive kid, although from what I’ve experienced so far she seems to keep it to herself and then tell us about it later, so we can consider her feelings in future cases. But it’s really impossible to guess.
My gut’s also trying to tell me that she probably won’t get homesick, because she’s always been fine away from home. I mean, she’s almost always been with family, but still. Moreover, neither Mrs. Hatboy nor myself were particularly homesick as kids. Is it hereditary-psychological, or upbringing-atmospheric-psychological? Or neither? Or both?
 Mrs. Hatboy tells me that apparently she did get picked up from camp once as a youngster, but it was less to do with homesickness than it was to do with her realising she’d just endured day 1 of 6 in a winter sports and activities camp, and no fucking way was she going to be outside for another single hour.
What’s homesickness all about anyway? I remember very clearly one school camping trip when I was maybe ten years old, and one of the kids was homesick. I didn’t think much about it at the time. I’ve never really gotten homeick myself, although I occasionally miss people I don’t get to see often. It’s not that I had a bad or neglected upbringing, it’s just not part of my mental landscape.
I wonder where it comes from.