Every young person reaches a point where they don’t want to live at home anymore. This is only natural and shouldn't offend any parents, who have been in this position too.

Once we go to college, we get our first taste of freedom but still remain under our parents' watch. Just in case we forget, we are blatantly reminded every time we return home for the holidays.

We're first greeted with hugs and kisses from our parents, along with a million questions about anything and everything. You asnswer politely, even though you're 500% positive your mother already knows the answers because she stalks you on all forms of social media. You’ll probably snuggle your pets for the first couple hours, then lock them in a different room once you remember how annoying they are.

However, under your parent’s roof there's no such thing as long periods of relaxation. So forget about that four hour nap you planned because Thanksgiving is tomorrow and in case you forgot, the only reason your alive is to help with Thanksgiving preparation.

If your family hosts Thanksgiving each year, like mine, you understand the wrath of a mother who is preparing to host and feed 50 people. She immediately gives out orders and lists endless chores for you to complete. You look for some way out, but can't seem to find any excuse. Why does it always seem like Dad finds a way to be "busy" during times like these? Why am I the only daughter who still lives in this house? Being the youngest does have its disadvantages. Why can’t I show up an hour before, like the rest of my family, with a side dish and a bottle of wine? I mean hey, I can make a decent store bought bunt cake.

Then there’s that not so friendly reminder that we aren’t adults yet.

As college students we know the typical questions relatives ask over and over. And after we answer these questions multiple times, it can get annoying. You haven't seen any of your extended family since you left for school, so the questions are crazier now than ever. Once the hugs and awkward kisses are over, the questions begin. However, our responses to relatives' questions may not always be entirely truthful…I mean hey! We have to at least pretend we are cool sometimes. Here are some questions I know I will encounter this holiday season.

“How’s school going?”

“It’s going great, my classes are fun and I’ve joined about 3 new clubs this semester.”

(Sometimes I make it to my classes, but does Gringo’s count as a club?)

“What’s your major again?”

“Well I changed it again, but I really feel like this where I’m suppose to be, I know there are endless job opportunities in this field too.”

(This question is my fault, but I’m like 95% sure I know now…maybe)

“What do you plan to do with that?”

“Oh I’ve got a couple ideas, there’s a career convention next week I’m going to check out.”

(That’s a great question, Aunt Sue. I have literally no idea, but thanks for reminding me. I don’t even think the career convention that I made up could help me either.)

“Are you managing to stay fit this year? I know last year it was hard.”

“Well having a gym in my apartment complex definitely helps, so it’s easier than last year.”

(No and your question is suggesting you can’t tell if I’ve lost any of the weight I have gained at school. I’ll laugh now but don’t be surprised when you receive a bill from my therapist.)

“How are your grades?”

“Well my classes are a bit tough but I think I'll get by because of how much I study."

(It’s better if you don’t know.)

“How’s living on your own? Are you learning to cook?”

“My roommates and I try out new things and we all attempt to make healthy dishes.”

(No, I actually have zero desire to be the next Rachel Ray. Which may explain my lack of male suitors because I think, instinctually, they can sense that.)

**Then comes my favorite question.**

“Do you have a boyfriend yet?”

“Oh, you know, between all of the studying and volunteering at the shelter I just haven’t had time to worry about boys.”

(You’re hilarious grandma. Thank you for reminding me that I am going to die alone because boys hate me.)

At this point, the only thing holding me together two hours into dinner, are the seven glasses of apple cider sangria I managed to snag when nobody was looking.

Once everything starts to settle down, the homesickness begins. And when I say that, I mean homesick for Milledgeville. Yes, that small town with that small campus, that somehow grows on you like a disease. Having the comfort of your friends being seconds away is what makes you miss “home” every time you go back home. For how much we complain about our quaint little town, it sure does burrow itself in your heart. Sure, we all look forward to going home for the holidays, but what we truly look forward to most is returning to our perfect little town of Milledgeville, Georgia.