Why I Won't Go to College

This post is specifically for all those wondering why I haven't gone to college, or why I'm not making any future college plans.
I have committed to living at home with my parents, specifically under my father's headship, until I get married. Lord willing, I would someday like to get married and raise children of my own. I am waiting on Him to provide that for me in His timing. Until then, I feel it is very important to stay under the leadership of my father until he gives me away to my husband. That means I am not going to move out on my own. I also am not going to go away to college. There are other reasons that I don't want to go the traditional college route, but I won't get into them here.
So yes, I am almost 20 years old, and still living at home. And I currently have no plans of moving out. I love my family. I love being with them during these years. I love serving them. I love the lessons that both of my parents teach me. I love knowing that my father is here to provide for me and protect me. It would be much harder for him to do that if I decided to leave his household.
No, I am not just sitting around the house, twiddling my thumbs and waiting for Prince Charming. I am doing laundry, doing the dishes, cleaning the house, making my best attempt at cooking (which is getting better), teaching piano lessons, and numerous other things. I am trying my best to use the special years to serve. 
So that's why I'm not going to college. The Lord has called me to serve where He's placed me.

The Great Potato Failure

Well everyone, I have a confession. I hate cooking. It's true, I really don't like it at all. But I know it is a necessary and valuable skill to have, so I've been trying to do a little more of it. The other night I was helping my mom fix supper. It was my job to make the mashed potatoes. They were just a box mix, so it should have been easy right? Wrong. I actually managed to mess up a box mix! I won't embarrass myself further by telling you how, and thankfully mom was able to fix them. Oh dear... what are the chances I'll marry a chef? ;)

~Brooke