Home sweet home?

It just occurred to me that this time here hasn't felt real to me. I mean I don't think its really hit me that I'm here.

How did I figure this out?

Yesterday was the first time that I made a real meal in my kitchen. Now this may seem like a strange way to come to that conclusion, but the thing is that I enjoy making my meals. Eatting out is good, but there is nothing like a home cooked meal. I haven't really been eatting at home because I've been too busy to really take the time to cook (I'm at school from noonish to 10 everyday) The weekends have been filled with staying at friends places or out of town on vacation. There is also the fact that the small table in my appartment is being used as a desk for my computer and other random things. I should get a little coffee table and pillows to use for meals. I think once I buy a few items like that I'll feel more like this place is mine instead of just visiting for a while.