So, I talked a bit about my mom in the last post. She’s a very interesting person, but sometimes we have moments where I would rather not talk. But I guess that’s a normal thing between all mothers and daughters. Idk, it’s like whenever I go back home, and walk into the house there’s this feeling that I get in my body that is unpleasant. Not terrible, but’s it’s like I’ve walked back in to my childhood even though I’m a fully grown adult now thank-you very much. But there’s one thing that I like about her, well maybe a…