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I’ve walked down these streets a hundred times. They still don’t feel like home.

I’ve found myself in this strange state for the past four and a half years, trying to make a home for myself in a city that feels so strange. I’m carving my own life now, separate from that of my parents and my friends and all the things that are so comfortable to me.

When I was a teenager I wanted nothing more than to have my own life, to be able to start my own existence and call my own place home. Now I’m stuck here in this limbo,  clutching to a little girl’s hand but being thrown into the cold arms of an adult.

I still call my parent’s house home, but I know I shouldn’t. There’s a comfort to my old room at home, but I know it’s not quite home anymore. I don’t really know where my home is now.

I still feel like a visitor when I walk the streets of Fredericton. Kind of like I’m on some kind of vacation that never really ends, the way you form a tentative comfort with the summer cottage: you live there, but it’s not your home.

Tonight I got lost in the suburbs, in more ways than one. I looked in their windows and saw big screen TV’s and forfeited dreams. I don’t think I could live there, but then again, who does?

I’m trying to figure out where I belong, but I’m getting lost along the way. I think I over-think things, which is keeping me from coming to terms with growing up. I’m too busy trying to figure out what it means to be an adult to actually become one.

The thing is, I really love Fredericton. I love running along the waterfront, watching the sunset over the river, and the comfort of seeing all the old houses looming over the narrow downtown streets. I’m moving into one of those old houses next month, and while I’m excited for my boyfriend and I to move into our first real apartment, it scares me nonetheless. Am I ready to be an adult? Do I have any choice?

Tools

muffin tin
muffin cups
three mixing bowls
wooden spoon
hand mixer
fork

Ingredients

3 ripe bananas
1 cup sugar
1 egg
1 1/2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup butter

Instructions

Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Place muffin cups in muffin tin. Mix together flour, baking powder, soda, and salt. Cream butter and sugar, then add egg. Mash bananas with a fork, then add egg mixture and stir.

Blend dry ingredients into banana mixture. Pour into muffin tin and bake for 15-20 minutes, reducing temperature to 325 degrees Fahrenheit after the first five minutes. Muffins are ready when a toothpick comes out clean when inserted.

Enjoy!

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Maybe you can’t forget about the past. But that doesn’t mean you ignore the future.

I want a future with him, a family with him, a life with him. I’m not ready to give up quite yet, even if that means I have to surrender the fight.

I thought he’d given up on me, so I let go. Turns out I was letting go too soon. We were focusing too much on what set us apart, and forgot about what brought us together.

He held my hand through two graduations, let me cry on his shoulder when I lost the ones I love, and stuck with me through my darkest days. He’s loved me through my worst.

He lost himself, too, and I was too blind to notice. He gave up so much just to be with me. I never saw that in him. It’s easy to point a finger when you’re unhappy. Looking inside yourself takes effort, and I didn’t want to see my own flaws.

Maybe love isn’t enough, but a steady heart and a will to fight is. Maybe people can change if they really try. Maybe I can change. I need to trust him more, give him more space to breathe. I’m bossy and demanding, and I always need to be right. That wears him down sometimes.

Somewhere along these past seven years, he became my best friend, my family, my person. That sounds nice on paper, but when things turn sour, the word family can be a curse. You don’t give up on family, no matter how screwed up they may be.

My grandmother told me five years ago that I should hold on to him as hard as I could. And I’m not giving up on him now.

This cake and icing comes from my grandmother’s vault of recipes. She called it ‘Mark’s Chocolate Cake’ because it was my uncle Mark’s favorite, and she would make it for him every year. I never got to taste Granny’s version, but my God, this cake is divine.

Tools

9-inch cake pan
mixing bowls
measuring cups
measuring spoons
hand mixer
spatula

Ingredients

Cake
1 1/2 cups sugar
3/4 cup butter
2 beaten eggs
1 1/2 cups sour milk (3 teaspoons vinegar)
1 7/8 cups flour (I just used 2 cups minus three teaspoons)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
5 1/2 tablespoons cocoa
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla

Frosting
3/4 cup semisweet chocolate chips
2 tablespoons margarine
1 egg yolk
1 1/2 cups icing sugar
1/4 cup evaporated milk
2 tablespoons vanilla

Instructions

In a small bowl, beat eggs. In a large bowl, beat sugar, butter and beaten eggs together with a mixer until smooth yet fluffy. In another bowl, combine 1 1/2 cups milk with 3 teaspoons of vinegar. Mix and let sit for 10-15 minutes. Once milk has soured, add to egg mixture and beat well.

In a medium bowl, combine flour, salt, soda and cocoa. Add to egg mixture and beat, then add vanilla and beat until combined. Pour batter into greased and floured cake pan and bake at 350 degrees Fahrenheit for 30 minutes, or until edges break away from the sides of the pan and a toothpick comes out clean when inserted in the middle.

To make icing, melt chocolate in a microwave. Stir, then combine all ingredients and beat until it reaches a spreading consistency. Apply to completely cooled cake.

Enjoy!

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