When I was actually out there, I was never hungry because I was constantly full of delicious food ranging from homemade pancakes from scratch, potato pancakes, tasty NY pizza, mac n cheese, and even a couple not-so-bad Mexican meals. In Baltimore, we cooked fantastic Mediterranean food, tipsily made a mushroom and artichoke lasagna, and made apple turnovers and banana pudding. I also ate Coldstone and Taco Bell because that’s what you do in the suburbs.

What’s the problem then? Well, I’ve returned home now and am not constantly inundated with food, nor have I been seeking stuff to eat throughout the day at delicious restaurants that don’t really exist in townieville. At home with the parents, the fridge is filled with vegetables that I don’t have the gumption to prepare on my own, without Emily as my cooking partner. Reliant on my dad for food, I am left with eating on a normal schedule, and otherwise left fending for myself.

After 2.5 weeks of gorging, my stomach and waistline are shrinking back to normal size. But in the meantime, my stomach is hungry. All the time. To the point where I demanded food from my dad an hour before he normally cooks dinner, and he told me to eat something else first. So I had toast. And a piece of cake. And I was still starving and ate each dish as they made it to the table. Today, i woke up hungry, had a microwaved pizza for “brunch” and have been starving at several points throughout the day. While traveling, I wondered what it felt like to feel hunger. Now, I’m just waiting for my next meal. Conclusion? Time to go back east.