So I walked into the haze..

I suppose I should start this blog post off with an apology – I’m an awful human being who promised she would post soon. That was 3 weeks ago. I do have an excuse – we had a sudden first batch of assignments due, so I found myself with 4 essays to contend with in 3 weeks. The entire University essay process is very different from that of school too. You have to do extra research unless specified, referencing and bibliographies are crucial and plagiarising is the biggest sin you could possibly commit. No one is there to bug you about deadlines, or remind you to plan and the handing-in process can feel like a trial in itself. However, I managed the task, I’m back and, until Wednesday, am assignment free. I have much to relay and I hope you enjoy it

So, last time I blogged I was about to go home. Ironically, I’m actually going home this Friday, but I’ll tell you a bit about my trip back.  I went home on a Thursday as I had a reading week for one of my modules (I don’t get whole weeks off, only certain days because the reading weeks for the modules I do don’t overlap). The journey was easy, but pulling into Guildford and then Godalming was the strangest experience. You start to realise that University can be such a bubble and that life back home has carried on – people are still living their own lives like you, but you can’t help have that little selfish notion that they should stop and wait for you to be there to. I was greeted with no major changes in my village but I definitely felt more appreciative of it as home.

When I got back to my house, I ended up standing in the middle of my living room and just taking a deep breath. It was the oddest feeling – disorientation and familiarity. It’s difficult to describe. Seeing my family after almost 5 weeks was amazing – after experiencing such change in my life it felt almost nostalgic to go back and just have a family ‘discussion’ in the kitchen, to eat my parents cooking and to argue over what to watch on the TV. Not being able to see my little brother is really hard too, so just to catch up with him was more than I could possibly ask for. You really take your life before Uni for granted too. For example, objects I didn’t know I would miss – dishwasher, sofa, washing machine that is free to use, TV, being driven in a car suddenly become luxaries. Either way, my trip home was lovely, but it was good to come back to my second home in Kent. And it really has become a second home. I wouldn’t be without both lives now in a second.

I’ll blog again towards the end of the week to fill in on the rest of what I’ve been getting up to. Until then, thank you for reading and thank you for waiting.  As always, it means the world to me.

xx


The title of this blog post comes from the song Spanish Sahara by Foals which I was listening to while writing. :) Also, I don't think I've mentioned that I have Twitter on here. I do - I'm @charlydrwhomad. (I'm a nerd, I know).  Feel free to come and follow me :)