I have become fascinated by the small things we overlook in our home lives, but become all too critical when we get to college. The first and most notable is laundry service. When I am home, all it takes is to drop of laundry on a concrete floor downstairs. Hours, if sometimes days, later, the clothes will arrive in my room neatly folded. Contrast that with my time at UTM. When I leave them on the floor, they're just going to sit there. I suppose this phenomenon is limited only to one's parent's house.
In another example, I prepare a cup of any of the select beverages in the fridge, leave the cup in the sink, and a day later it appears right back in the cupboard where I found it. The same goes for this strange device also in the kitchen, called a "dishwasher." You put in dirty dishes, add some powdered soap, turn a knob, and thirty minutes later, there they are: clean dishes.
I think I should call one of those "Unsolved Mysteries" shows and see if I've got ghosts in my house. Lord knows I seldom see anyone else around here, save my parents. I doubt they could possibly the cause of these wonderful things.
Of course, I'm being very sarcastic here. I guess the more and more time I spend here, the more I realize that these things, like a dishwasher and laundry room, are what my true goals are in life. I have the lofty goals, like "own my own business," or "make a two and a half-million in sales in our first year in operation." Even the more attainable, like "have a happy family" are in there too. But just as much, I want to be comfortable. I don't want a Bass Boat. I don't want a luxury SUV. I just want to be content in my surroundings.
This concludes my stormy day musings at home alone. Have a great one.