I may not be as truly independent as I thought I was, but it’s okay to cry for the home that will never truly be mine again – and the fact that I can appreciate the loss of it makes me realize how far I’ve come.
The “Americanisation” of all recipes, which basically means that everything is turned into a casserole.
We do not necessarily fear things that our parents consider tragedies like cancer or losing a job, especially when they happen “young” because any millennial can turn that into a blog with accompanying Instagram and use it to find themselves and cultivate their passions – no, what we fear is boredom.
My parents are wonderful, loving people who like to instill their fear and paranoia within others, particularly their children.