Ok, so it's not Alabama, it's York. And I know I complained last time I was home that I was bored out my mind. But I am really having missing-home pangs. To be honest I'm not even sure if it is the missing home, I think it's just the people. I miss my mum and her partner; I miss my dad and his wife; I miss my grandparents. I may even miss my friends...
Then I think back to Christmas, and just how much I was wanting to come back to Uni. I missed all my friends. I missed my room. I missed my own space, independace and doing my own thing. I'm not saying that I hated it back home. But after being 'alone' for so many months, it was an adjustment I had to make for 3 weeks. I had to consider other people again, which was an adjustment in itself. I think I was ready to leave home. I was ready to live on my own and make my own decisions. And yes it's a learning curve, but I wouldn't go back for the world.
So now I'm sitting here thinking why the hell do you feel like this. You can't have it both ways, Missy!.... Hmmm I know, I shall have my family move here (well not Chester... Maybe Liverpool) and then I will have my own space and see my family on a regular basis. I think when you miss things like your Grandma's birthday (which I haven't missed in all my 18 years) and your Dad's birthday, then it really hits home just how far away you are. Two trains worth and a hell of a lot of faf, to be precise.
I know this feels unsumarised, unconcluded (is that even a word) and unfinished, but when you're confused you don't have a resolution straight away. Gimme some time and another trip home (coming up soon) and i'll be back to asking you 'Who lives in York, again?' Yes. That will be the case........ if you get me. For now I have cakey goodness to keep me company! Ttfn x
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