In the 24 hours that I’ve been home, my mom has asked me what I want to eat a total of 4 times and she’s enforced her proper “before you go to bed” routine (take a shower, brush your teeth, floss, wash your face, brush your hair, drink a glass of water).  I can’t remember the last time I was taken care of like this.  I’m well rested, I’m well fed, and I’m forgetting the past week happened.

I haven’t quite processed the reality of moving back home yet, but for now, I’m soaking in every moment.