Who says you can't go home

So after seven years of periodic absence and three years of complete independence, I am living back at home. There are some benefits, I suppose: no utilities, free rent and food, plus CABLE, by God (three hours of Star Trek TNG a day). But the drawbacks can be summed up by one example:

I am sleeping in my big-girl bed.

You know the first bed you ever had? The one after the crib? Mine had a rainbow canopy. The rainbow canopy is gone. But the bed remains.

I turn 25 on Saturday. And where will I be sleeping off the hangover that is a quarter century in the making? My big-girl bed.