Lasting Impressions

I don't think I will ever be too old to come home and enjoy home cooked food. I haven't ventured back home since the end of December. Now, you may be thinking, a month and ten days, is nothing to get all worked up about, but only being an hour and a half from my home town, makes it a lot easier to make the treck. Regardless of the time I haven't been at home, it is always reassuring when I make my left turn onto my street and find my house. The driveway is always the same, my brother's car is always backed in and parked in the same spot, the one I used to have when I lived at home. As I pulled into my driveway at 3 AM Saturday morning, my parents had graciously left the yard light on, and the living room light on as well. I couldn't help but feel appreciated and already cared about even before saying, "I made it home," to my parents who had long been asleep. I'm 20 years old, and still feel that warm fuzzy feeling when my mom cooks me dinner or w