That old chopping board reminds me of the times I helped my mom cook spaghetti. Now I can cook my own version but nobody at home seem to like the sauce. It's too sour for them. Being away from home for too long made me develop a different sense of taste.
I'm just missing home. I'm not really lonely though. My family is just an IM away and my sister is coming over this weekend. She's also bringing a few of my favorite pastry. I can't wait.
I think I can get used to nostalgic entries such as this one.