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Om-Nom-Homecooked Meals

As I’m sure all of my most devoted readers have noticed, I’ve taken a hiatus from the blogging world, but as I return, I realize there is so much to catch you all up on. So, I’ll begin in the most relevant spot: food.

I would be a dirty liar if I didn’t admit that food consumes a good third of my mental energies. What should I eat? How hungry am I? Should I pour a bowl of cereal even though I just wolfed down dinner? The answer to that last one is often an emphatic “YES.”

One of the perks of going home (Mom and Dad, I hope you’re reading) is the home-cooked meals. Not to bash Butler’s buffets or burgers, but there’s something satisfying, even sentimental about returning to the food that kept me fed and satisfied the first eighteen years of my life. It’s the atmosphere of being home, joking with my family, catching up, and simply enjoying the fam.

Prior to the meal. And then-->

...five minutes later.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

People often equate the “Freshmen Fifteen” to departing for college, but I take the threat of those fifteen additional pounds most seriously when I return home.

Parental Advisory (No Worries, It’s Positive!)

Try not to be intimidated.

Frisbee: the name of the sport I play and the dog I adore. When I’m away at college, I forget about my poor little Pomeranian (he tries to be manly, but a puff-ball can only do so much). When I returned home for fall break, he was one of those little pieces that I realized I missed despite not thinking about him for the past two months.

That’s what college does: the ordinary and routine of home life suddenly deepens. It turns out—and let this secret slip—that our parents and loved ones do a lot for us. It’s not until you’re away from it for a while does the appreciation grow.

So, this goes out to all of the mothers and fathers out there who do so much for their children. I want to send them a message of hope: they will be grateful. But probably not until they leave. And for those of you planning your collegiate exodus from home: consider what you have now. The few seconds it takes may make you a happier part of your family.