easter.

For a student the relief to go home is soon. You finally get to go home, for me I'll be nice because I haven't been home since January. It seems like such a long time, it has I guess. I wondered what others were doing/ what my university friends had planned. In the bottom of my stomach, the thought of going back made me feel like a foreigner. This is because; the past 6/7 months everyone back home has lived life without me. Work back home would have replaced me; my room has been taken over by Justin Bieber posters and tacky love hearts - the evil doing of my younger sister.
That damn poster gives me nightmares when i sleep in my own room. It's rather uncomfortable.

When I’m back home for more than a week, I blend back into routine. Although this time I go back things will be a little different. I won’t be planned into work; if I have a shift I’ll know the night before. This makes me feel much unorganised; as I’m a relatively organised person normally. This time my mum won’t be there as much as she said she would – lucky buggers going to Tunisia; while I’m stuck with the woes of coursework, excessive binge drinking and loud dodgy music.

The main aspects of going back home would be those chocolate eggs, they’re terrible for your teeth but they make you hyper and taste so damn good. I’m sure I’m in for my fair share of chocolate when I’m home. I love going home – although the summer will be different, once again.

The only things at home they’ll make me feel uncomfortable will be the memories I got rid of and the ‘school girl’ anxiety of trying to fit in again. Hopefully it’s easy enough, I hate going back – getting into the joist of being at home then having to go back again.

When it’s due to come back I’ll miss my parents cooking, I’ll miss my friends and I’ll miss being able to be free/ independent when I go home. All I have to say to my parents to go out is ‘cya later mum I’m off out.’ – That’s it. No questions, no answers.  I know this would have been very different if I hadn’t of gone to university. Your parents automatically think you can look after yourself, I can but still want my mummy and daddy :)