why you’d want to live here
Whenever I come home for the weekend, everything else stops. I sleep, I eat, I relax. I pore over my extensive stash of magazines old and new, catch up on HGTV shows, and curl up with the cats. I laze around and try not to think of homework. In essence, my normal, everyday life—or at least, what has become my normal, everyday life—is put on hold.
