After the initial twenty-four blissful hours of being home for the holidays reality finally sets in. If you are anything like me you have locked yourself in your childhood room with a bottle of wine, bag of Doritos and a list of movies longer than the assignments you did first semester. 272 more words
I was young once.
It’s easy to say that, right? But there’s more than one kind of young. So which young do I mean?
There’s the young that is young enough to still be taken to Midnight Mass on Christmas (or Easter Vigil for Easter), back when midnight mass was still at midnight, back when they had any kind of midnight mass at all. 554 more words