This is how I was greeted every morning for a week. One blissful week.

I grew up without childhood pets. Yup, that is correct, we were not a pet family. So when a black cat showed up at our front door it was an unusually exciting event for us. We tried to feed him once, but he didn’t eat. From this we concluded that he has a family and a home where he is fed and cared for. As we were deducing the life story of the freeloading cat it dawned on me that as a 24 year old, living with my parents, I was not much different than this confused cat. I am taking advantage of the fact that I have a home and food, but desperately attempting to remove myself from my family and find a place in this world.