Last Sunday as I was getting ready to head back to Charleston, I got bombarded with questions of what we were eating for breakfast. Sundays in our family mean a variety of things. Football, family, friends, and food are usually what they consist of- making Sundays at my house the perfect place to relax and unwind. That morning I was in such a rush to get back to Charleston to study, but it's become increasingly hard for me to leave my parents house lately. Each night that I crawl into bed, in my old room, I realize how content I am being at home. Needless to say I stayed at home last weekend, did fine on my exam, and genuinely appreciated the company and the time we all spent together.