Home is Where Your Mom is.

That's the saying on the soap jar in my mom's kitchen. You're probably asking, "Why is she living with her mom?" because I ask myself that every day. But the truth is, I have no where else to go. 

After College I moved to New York City with my sisters- great time. A lot of fun. A lot of friends, good times. A lot of people... A lot of traffic, noise... A LOT of money. Couldn't afford it, and didn't want to. I also wanted to travel- itchy feet and all that. So, I packed up and left the good 'ol Apple and headed off to South Korea to teach English. One year rolls around, and it's already time for me to leave! What?! I'm not ready! So, I packed up again... traveled for a few months... and, grudgingly, came home. To where my mom is. 

Please notice who is watching over the soap's shoulder...