I’m having a great time without my parents.
The independence is great, the freedom is great. My brother is pleasant and easy to work with.
The food is great.
Caramelized onions with carrots and thyme, caramelized onions with brussel sprouts, caramelized onion-zucchini-mushroom quiche, over-easy eggs on toasted bread with apricot spread and feta…I’m loving it.
I don’t miss my parents at all. Is that normal?