Have you ever wondered what it would be like to move away from your home to a new place, to do something you want to do? When I was eighteen, I found out all the horrors and pleasures upon moving from Cameron, Oklahoma where there isn't even a general store we only had on convenience store to Pittsburgh,Pennsylvania where they had a Starbucks on every corner; just to attend culinary school.The day my adventure began still resonates with me. It was a clear summer day of July 2008; not even a cloud in the sky . The warmth of the sun bearing down on my pale skin,and the gentle breeze rolling in like a ocean wave across my hair, while my mother and I sat outside her modern brick house, which, always seemed to smell like homemade marinara; The smell so intoxicating it could make the meanest of people happy. Since i just graduated about a month ago, so we began to talk about the future and what i wanted to do with my life. Mother asked, "Where would you like to go for college?  I replied, " I would like to go to culinary school at the Art Institute of Pittsburgh.  Looking appalled, she exclaimed, "Why would you wanna go to Pittsburgh!  I said that i heard about this school form an advisor that came to my school my last year. I tried to explain my reason; However, with everything i said she seemed increasingly upset. I could see her soft chocolate brown eyes widen from behind her thick, plexiglass-like glasses, and she constantly ran her hands through her short, golden brown hair, just like she did whenever she became upset. Even though she was upset, she still maintained good pose. not a single wrinkle in her emerald green shirt that transitioned into black. not even a wrinkle on her translucent pale skinned face. standing, she brush some dirt off her black slacks,stormed off, her black and emerald shoes stomping to showing her anger . I knew the battle will be rough. After hours of fighting, I finally convinced her to let me go. C