Sunday check-in

Mom called right as I was settling in with my anatomy flashcards this afternoon. Three hours later, the flashcards are exactly where I left them and my face hurts from laughing.

Sunday check-in

We covered everything — Dad’s latest project disasters, my cousin’s engagement drama, whether I’m eating enough vegetables (the eternal question). She made me give her a virtual tour of the apartment again, which means walking around with my phone like I’m hosting some low-budget home improvement show.

Animated storytelling mode activated

Jake came home halfway through and tried to sneak past without interrupting. Failed spectacularly when Mom spotted him and demanded he say hello. Now she’s convinced he needs to eat more too. Apparently we’re both too skinny according to the maternal health assessment.

Sometimes you don’t realize how much you miss home until you’re talking about absolutely nothing for three straight hours and it feels like the best part of your week.