Giddy.
I'm sitting on my parents' super comfy couch, reading a book I've been looking forward to for weeks, drinking a surprisingly good glass of cabernet (I took my chances at the neighborhood liquor store), and listening to the Garden State soundtrack. In a little while, I'm going to see if my brother wants to watch Rushmore. Then, my parents will come home and we'll eat homemade chicken noodle soup and breadsticks. Tonight, I'm meeting up with one of my best friends from high school at a local bar that not only has my favorite kind of beer, but sells it for a shockingly low price. Honestly, I'm having a hard time right now remembering why I ever wanted to leave home.
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