I started to miss home more than I had done before. Of course I missed my family and friends (and the food!) from the beginning but while it's all still new and exciting, and because you've got one of your best friends with you for the journey, it's not on your mind so much.
But it does catch up with you. And it did with me this weekend. Cause it's not any fun when you're at home and you get those days where it's not quite right, and you're waiting for something to make you feel yourself again... and it's a hundred times harder when you're so far away from all those home comforts that lift your spirits so easily, and for the first time, too.
And I couldn't curl up in my duvet and watch TV aimlessly, or let it all out in some tear-jerker chick flick, or eat chocolate, hug all the right people, or spontaneously drive to Glamorgan for a chubi pick me up (that ones for you, Shemmy!).
But I got to speak to my parents, who always put the world to rights for me and who have always brought me back into my own whenever I've gotten lost before. And then all that blue-ness passes, because home never leaves you, even when you leave it for a while... Xxxx
