Growing up is hard to do

I guess this is more of a sad post. Well not sad...more complaining I guess. I do not like being sick. That is the first point I guess. It is no fun being sick:
1) while working
2) during the summer! how not cool is that
3) working at a pool (swimming with a stuffed nose...yea no) and
4) away from home....

I was journaling last night and it hit me that I am a bit home sick. I miss my family a lot. (skyping them on the 4th of July may have triggered that) I miss my brothers and sister, my hyper dog, snuggling with my cat, sitting and talking with my mom, and watching my dad dance around the house. It's weird knowing I am growing up and will not be home much anymore. Especially because I am looking to move out here to Colorado.
Summer has always been fun at my house. We would spend the days at summer camps or sports camps. Then at night at our pool at home. My dad would come home from work and change right into his swim suit and come out on the deck (where we usually hang out) and he ask how the pool was and usually jump right in. Then there are the burgers and  amazing jersey corn and cookouts during the summer. We used to get a beach house for a few weeks down at the shore and our whole family would come down and we would be beach bums (which I am a pro at) go crabbing, cookouts, boardwalk, and early morning sunrises on the beach to late night sun sets.
I guess what I am trying to say is I miss home during the summer. This is my first summer completely away from home. Last summer I worked at school but I still went home at least once a week. Growing up is hard, and I realized I just rambled a lot and it makes me miss home even more. So I think I will go talk to them soon!