"home"

in my more dorkier days

I’m a home now after another Friday of work. the turkey sausages I made are cooking in some tomato sauce along with some onions and green peppers. in the wok lies snow peas and small-cut string beans stir frying. I love the smell of food cooking especially if it's something I made that smells like it might be edible. And damn I burned my tongue while tasting the sauce. But this meal wasn’t bad at all.

In need to cook for someone again and it won’t be my parents. I want to make sure I don’t feel so inferior as a cook.

It seems that we have some nosy neighbors above us, banging away and playing some grating music. It’s so odd that this is a recent phenomenon. Where were these annoying possibly Pratt students before?

I went to my parents on Tuesday In the middle of the water crisis and slept over and caught up on BSG and Stargate episodes on the DVR, it was quiet aside from my grams and her aids. But I was itching to head back to Brooklyn the next day, because the neighborhood grew up in just didn’t feel the same anymore. I adopted Brooklyn way before I moved there and it just seems like home to me now and not necessarily the apartment I live in right now but it is. Still though I did sleep very well at my parents’.