I've been back and forth the last few years. I lived in my mom's place for a while, and then the last place with my roommate, although her tastes were... questionable at best. [ Asking your roommate to take the sex swing down in the living room right after you move in is not a think any mother should have to do. ] This is the first time I've lived alone for about ten years. It's taking a lot of getting used to.

[ Mostly waking up at various points in the night and remembering that her daughter isn't in the room next door. That's the worst part.

Watching Peggy eat that delicious looking tomato makes her stomach rumble, and it's not a moment later that a few fried tomatoes appear on one of the platters in front of Chloe. She smiles, a little embarrassed, and moves a couple of them to her plate. ] I could definitely get used to not cooking breakfast every morning, though.