Back home during the fall/winter months I would wake up to the smell of some type of bread in the oven. Most times the smell lingering through the house would mean that today was going to be a good day. My grandma makes the best zucchini, banana and pumpkin bread, which I sincerely miss while living down in San Diego. This past weekend the fog in San Diego was thick and erie which made for a perfect day to stay in bake and study. While the bread was in the oven I sat at my desk to study the smell lingered throughout the apartment and for a few seconds it felt like I was back at home. Once the timer went off.. I couldn’t help but cut into it immediately, it was so yummy. Just what I needed to keep me studying for statistics.