November 27, 1950
Dear Mum,
Well, I didn’t know just when the wave of homesickness would hit [on return to Smith after Thanksgiving holidays], but I guess it was when I walked into my room – empty and bare. Only three or four girls were in the house… Gosh, I felt lonely! I had so much work I should have done, and my schedule for the week looked so bleak and unsurmountable; but I have now snapped out of my great depression – the first real sad mood I’ve had since I’ve been here. I am now writing this in the cosy living room with a girl beside me and music coming out of the radio. What one human presence can mean!
I realize that for all my brave, bold talk of being self-sufficient, I realize now how much you mean me- you and Warren and my dear Grampy and Grammy! … I am glad the rain is coming down hard. It’s the way I feel inside. I love you so.
Sivvy
(Sylvia Plath)
THE CURE 