Today is the day I fly back to the UK for the winter break. I was up until 3am packing, I had to scrabble to find my visa forms and I’ve still not quite finished. My friend is picking me up and taking me to the airport in less than 4 hours and my room looks like it’s been ransacked, quite frankly. But that’s ok, because I’m going back to my hometown to see family and friends that I’ve not seen for a year. A year.
Someone was asking me if I felt nervous about going back – just because I haven’t been there for so long – and I’d never thought of it like that. But I suppose I am. Have I changed, have people changed? Are there new shops in our tiny town (unlikely that we’ve modernized at all, to be honest..)? Will I be able to pick up conversations where they left off in January? I’ll find out soon, I suppose. For now, though, I’ll leave you with this (mainly because my room look horrific..who am I kidding, I’m going to watch Netflix for the next few hours, aren’t I..?).