My Grandmother was always adamant on me getting my own place – not that she was trying to kick me out, but she always made me aware that one day I was going to have to fend for myself. One thing I wished was that I stayed around her and my uncle more often when they were cooking as now that I am older I’m trying to figure things out on the fly. I’ve never had the greatest of living arrangements once I left home, but through the grace of the lord I’ve always been able to have a roof over my head, clean clothes, and food in my mouth (even if it was just ramen lmao). Through my family upbringing I’ve learned to appreciate and make do with the things that I have- which has led me to find comfort in small spaces