Predicament

Here's the deal. I like being home all of the sudden. I like it too much in fact. So much, that I sometimes I don't really want to go back to school...(Emmilie, don't worry, but you may not want to continue reading) The moral of the story is, that staying home and working for another semester seems pretty appealing. I could build up my savings, buy a car, not buy my own food, hang out with my family. All in all not a bad idea. My parents are no help in these situations. They support me full heatedly with whatever I decide to do in life which means they would be thrilled to have me around for a few more months. They won't give me an opinion one way or another. Agh. Why does home have to be so homey? Predicament.