Going Home

Soon everyone will be heading home from University for the holidays and for some this will be their first time back home since September. Others - myself included - have been home before the holidays to see family.

 
 

Although I wasn’t too homesick I still wanted to go down and see my family, and I had timed it just right so that the weekend I had planned to go was my mum’s birthday, my mum was very happy with that and that alone was reason enough to stay down for the whole weekend and head back a little later.

 
 

I took full advantage while I was down and did all those little things that I had missed; I went to the beach with my girlfriend, met with my grandparents for lunch to make sure they were ok and that my parents were behaving themselves now that they are retired. Since they wouldn’t tell me I had to get the information somewhere!

Not kittens any more!

Not kittens any more!

It was nice to be back on the beach I grew up on before it got too cold and seeing my kittens (who are not so much kittens any more). Watching films with my parents and being able to drive again after several months was as enjoyable as ever.

 
 

But as I sit in my flat’s messy living room on my own having just packed all my stuff ready to go home tomorrow, I’m conflicted. On the one hand I’m going home to see my parents and on the other hand, this is also my home, the flat I’ve shaped into my own little house with all my belongings on shelves and clothes on chairs. As much as I’m excited to go home, I wouldn’t want to stay away from my new little home for too long, but for now I’m looking forward to seeing my family and friends in the holidays.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year everyone.