It feels so surreal being back home from uni like uni has just been a dream and I never left home but my bedroom is so cold and unlived in and the house is so quiet. I miss my uni home.
One day this won’t hurt anymore.But until then I’ll cry until the oceans are nothing compared to my tear ducts. (via halluzinogen)
I’m currently sat in the kitchen with my housemates, obviously my favourite housemates. Brb, off up to Matthews room to play FIFA.
Currently sat next to my favey housematey (the American Hannah) snuggled into matts room with the other Hannah, Matt, Ewan (Hot crossed buns), RyRy, Antonia and poppy. Oh and Jon.
I’ve been feeling an awful lot of homesickness today. Since I went home for my step-granddads funeral it has completely hit me how much I miss home and urgh. But thankfully I have fabulous housemates/siblings who make me feel happy and take me to see horses to make me happyyyyyyy.
A lot of shit has happened the past two weeks. So much alcohol. So much fun. So many divides.
I moved into Uni accommodation on the 28th, therefore there have been 5 nights of freshers so far.
I was totally nervous at first to move into a house of 20 people but turns out it’s rather fun. The more people the better, although there may be a house divide rather soon after tonight’s actions. The majority of people in the house are fabulous, some however are not so fabulous.
The Sunday night when I moved in was a foam party, which was ever so fabulous. Then followed the Wild West night which was followed by circus night. Tonight was supposed to be the secret garden party ie. everyone dress up in flowers or as fairies etc (not quite sure what guys were supposed to go as). Half the house stayed in due to us being absolutely hilarious as it is, the other half went. Despite the divide the night has been fab. I’m just seriously hoping the divide doesn’t carry on tomorrow.
However, on a lighter note, after 18 years of living I have finally plucked up the courage to open up to family members (dad, step-mum and older sister) about my ‘love life’. Sounds so cringey and cheesy but with the amount of issues I have regarding ‘relationships’ it was quite a big step to admit that I’m talking to a boy that I really quite like. Even if he does drive me up the fucking wall, I’m sure I do the same to him with my high maintenance. lol.
(next step, meet the parents, bit soon, yikes)
I’m very much a part-timer with all this posting, I know but I am super busy at the moment trying to see everyone before I go to Uni as well as buy the things that I need for Uni. (As I’m typing this I am literally feeling so nervous and sick, like a butterfly/heart aching kind of sick)
I move on Sunday 28th. It is now the evening of Monday the 22nd. Moving day is coming closer and sooner than I thought it would. In all honesty I’m not quite sure whether I want to leave at all any more. It is all such abysmal timing.
Today, the estimated life remaining for Malcolm (my Step-Grandad) has gone from weeks to days. It has been warned that he may not even make it until next week. Therefore I’m really not sure whether I want to leave the family when they will all be going through such heartbreak and turmoil. There is enough going on without the added heartache of that and two less family members around to turn to.