Home again, home again . . .

When you are a college student sometimes the wonderful thing about coming home has nothing to do with seeing your family at all, sometimes it is just nice to be in a house. It's nice to take a shower without having to wear flip flops. (or better yet, take a bath.) It's nice to eat food that wasn't made in a cafeteria or a microwave and to be around pets that aren't beta fish. It's nice to live in more than one room and actually be able to be in a room by yourself. It's nice having a bed you can spread out in, and walls you can stick tacks in and the ability to do laundry without having to wait until 2:00am when no one else is trying to do it. There is this incredibly comforting sense of normalcy that I get from being in my house.