My son had just signed the lease on his first apartment and I was in the process of getting ready to see it for the first time. Ever since getting his job offer in Baltimore, he had been searching for a place to live and concentrated on apartments for Towson MD as his ideal area. For as much as I would have loved to have helped him find a place to live, I knew he wanted and needed to do this on his own and find a place that suited him rather than a place that would suit me.
I was more than pleasantly surprised upon arriving at his address to find a beautiful, incredibly well-kept building and his apartment, though desperately in need of some accessories, was gorgeous with plenty of space and had obviously been freshly painted.
My son was anxious to give me a tour and I loved his hardwood floors and the tile in his bathroom. His kitchen was outfitted with nice appliances and he even had his own washer and dryer. After making note of a few things he could use like towels and a few throw rugs, he led me to the outdoor spaces where I saw a nice playground for any children in the area and an enclosed park for residents with dogs. I had a feeling one of the first new apartment acquisitions my son would be making would be a dog from the local shelter where he had volunteered throughout high school and college.
After spotting the pile of pizza boxes near his trash can, my son conceded that he did indeed miss some home cooking and the wheels in my head began turning with another project to compile all of his favorite recipes into an easy-to-follow cookbook along with a new set of pots and pans.