Almost a month in Peru changed me. Two days at home, and I discovered my father volunteered me to watch a house in Pasadena, for another month. At long last I am back to my room. I am back to familiarity. I am back to the mess that I call my stuff. I had almost forgotten the so-called comforts of home.
That one-dollar raise I got about a year ago combined with my Christmas bonus and second job, enough to make ends meet has made me over the "need" line for financial aid at school. I qualify for loans, but I wanted to wait until at least graduate school before I started going into debt.
