I went home last weekend. Yes, that was a really boring first sentence to explain my fantabulous title, but it’s the most accurate way to describe what this is about. I went home last weekend. My parents bought the most adorable puppy on the planet and I just had to go visit him. I mean, when something is as cute as Cooper you are naturally attracted to run over and pet him immediately! This meant, of course, driving five hours in order to get to my house, and then soaking up
As part of Urban Compass’s Starter Stories series, we’re going to talk about my newest housing adventure. About once a week I sit in my apartment, covered in a blanket with a cup of green tea and telly on in the background, and it occurs to me that I’m technically now an adult. I live in my own place, I buy my own groceries, and, as my high school government teacher always said, I can now be tried for the death penalty. Okay, that quickly got dark. But yeah, this year I moved
Today I write this blog post from the comfort of home! That’s right, I kind of went secret spy and surprised my parents by coming home for the weekend. I know, hold your applause until the end. Might have come home for the weekend.
Might have surprised my parents.
Might be sleeping in my own bed.
And by might be, I mean I am.
— Morgan Hegarty (@PotatoesHegarty) May 24, 2014 You see, as much as I always think of awesome surprises, I actually never pull any. Especially since I
As always, check the P.S. at the bottom after my signature to see the latest bloggy updates. Six days. That’s right, SIX days until I return home for Thanksgiving break. Six days of weekend and school to keep me occupied until I can relax in the comfort of my own home and eat so much home cooked food they call it the Home 15. And as excited as I am about going home (and let me tell you, I have sent obnoxious text messages to my friends reminding them of my exact arrival date)