Seems like not living at home is more of a challenge then I personally want to admit. My first year not living at home with mom and dad, and I miss it at every turn. Dad with his not-so-funny jokes, bro being annoying and playing his video games, and most of all my mom. She’s amazing in everyway, especially in the kitchen. I loved coming home to a warm cooked meal.
Everyday after school I’d go home knowing there’d be something delicious for dinner. I’m not much of a chef at all. I hate having to think about what to cook for dinner, and grocery shopping is the worse. It’s always packed with coupon clippers who love to chat it up with the cashiers.
Seems like just yesterday I was enjoying potligan and musaca (my favorites), and here I am tonight, eating hotdogs. What a sad sad day to not live at home.
This blog is the result of an in-class activity. And although I'm not one to blog it will be interesting to see where this will take me.
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