Indepence is a funny thing. It's kind of cool right? I am a single, 21 year old woman, living 12 hours from my family. My close friends range in distance from in in an hour drive to a 8 hour flight. I live in a 300 square foot apartment alone. I eat 98% of my meals by myself. I do my own grocery shopping. I go on walks by myself. I go to bed every night by myself. I wake up to my iPhone alarm and make myself get up, to go to school which I then follow up with going to my job. I've traveled to different states and to different countries, by myself. I am, by all means, an independent person. And, 99% of the time this makes me very happy. But the other one percent? Well it can get bad. There are nights that I am so homesick I FaceTime with any familiar face that will talk to me. Or even worse, I make fried rice just like my mama and curl up into my bed and eat the whole pan while watching re-run survivor episodes. Sometimes, I sit in the car that use to be my mom's, just hop...