I just got home from a work hh where I spent a bit of time talking to one of our interns that I adore. First off, she's so cute, second, she's really smart and totally gets it.
Anyway, she goes on to tell me how she's living with another girl and how they never cook. Their fridge just has some left overs, a yogurt or two and a few diet cokes in it. I, literally, wanted to leap across the table and hug her because I was exactly like that too.
Then she starts talking about these restaurants she wants to try and how she's trying to space them out bc they're kind of spendy. And as she's listing them I realize they're restaurants h and I frequent regularly. Again, I want to hug her bc I'm totally remembering what it was like to be in your early 20s.