While sitting quietly at my kitchen table tonight after weeks of eating out, drinking some soup alone and in silence as I stared at our fruit basket, I wondered why I didn't do this more often.

"JASMEEN!" my mom bellowed. "WHY YOU NOT EATING THE FOOD I LEFT ON THE STOVE? ARE YOU EATING ENOUGH? DO YOU NEED SOMETHING TO DRINK? WHERE ARE YOUR VEGETABLES? IS THIS ENOUGH? JASMEEN ARE YOU LISTENING?"

Oh, right.

With a new bus pass... comes great responsibility.