Some things never change. I've been home for exactly 2 hours. In that time span, I've already debugged my dad's computer. He's monologued to me about finances, mine and his (which I can't stand), and regailed me with a few horror stories about bad things happening to people that he picks up from the news. On the other hand, my mom has offered me more food than I eat in a normal day. It's like this every time i go home.
I love my family, I really do, but it's true what they say. You can never go back home.