So I didn’t write last week because I was at home and had my wonderful boyfriend come to stay with me for a couple of days which was glorious.
The past two visits home have been pretty chaotic. We’ve recently moved house (for the billionth time, we love moving). The house we’ve moved in to needs a complete renovation and while that’s being done I haven’t had a bedroom until this week! My bedroom is brand new now and it’s lush. So that is my big, fat, long winded explanation as to why I haven’t posted!
I was at home for the two weeks of Easter holidays as you know, and then I returned to London for a week before returning home again, for a night out that was arranged in January but turned out to be nothing like we expected! Myself, Shelley and Beth soon found a way to entertain ourselves so in that sense it was a good night. And then my Big Idiot came to Cardiff for a few days and we did some nice things together like, go to Tenby, and spend time with my family.
On Friday then we travelled back to London for no reason really. I didn’t want to go, I don’t have any plans up there, I don’t have any commitments up there (except for friendships of course) and so I decided to come home once again. I’ve come home and already feel so much better, especially after spending most of Saturday morning wrapped around my toilet seat throwing my guts up, lush I know, you’re welcome for the description ;). I’ve since helped my parents with a lot around the house and been for lunch with my Dad. It feels so much better to be home, I don’t feel half as anxious, I don’t feel ill anymore and I feel sort of relaxed.
Freedom is so overwhelming especially when you don’t have anything in particular you want to do with it. It’s something I’ve discovered that a lot of my friends are feeling, and I’m taking my time but I’m slowly coming to terms with it. I’ve spent eight solid months working my butt off and trying to be the best in what I want to do but I’ve been told that I’m allowed to not do anything, I’m allowed to not have any plans, and I’m allowed to relax. So that’s what I’m trying to do. I’m trying to relax and I’m trying to be content with not having a plan. Which if you know me and my habits I hate not having a plan, it’s something that really wears me down so I’m trying my best to be okay with it.
I don’t know how long I’m going to be home for, a good few weeks, as long as I need to be I guess. But I’m okay with that, you all know home is my favourite place, and my friends and family are my favourite people in the entire world so that isn’t a problem!
I’d really love it if you, if there is anyone actually reading this, could give me some suggestions as to what to write about so I don’t go weeks without posting. Also, I’d appreciate it greatly if you give me a little support and (if anyone is actually reading this ;)) give this a like and share it with your friends.
I hope you’re all doing well and I’ll speak to you soon.