Who Says You Can Never Go Home Again?

Remember how you came home from college at the end of the year and you were like "Oh my God, I could never live at home again."? Right. Apparently that goes away after a while. I've been home for the past two weeks on Spring Break. You'd think by the end of the two weeks I would be like "Ooooookay, I am so ready to go home now." No. Not so much. I'm scared that I could live with my parents for the rest of my life and not mind at all. Provided that I didn't have to get a job, of course.
Today, for instance. Woke up around 8ish. Made some oatmeal. Watched Good Morning America with my dad. Organized my mom's pictures into photo albums. My dad's coming home in a little while and we're going to make grilled cheese for lunch. Seriously, what more could you possibly want than a little grilled cheese and a little Good Morning America. Nothing, I tell you, nothing.