Last weekend I went back home to Birmingham. It's been a while since I went back properly - last time I was in Birmingham I was working and with separated parents it's hard to fit everyone in in one night. Having a week off work meant I got to go back for longer than usual, but even that probably wasn't enough time. I kinda thought when you finished University that you didn't want to go home all the time because you had a home of your own, but I don't really feel like I have a home of my own in London, and now I also don't have the time like I did at University to go back.
There's definitely something 'rejuvenating' about going back though. I live in a bit of a dive in London and even though my Mum has pretty much turned my room at home into a guest room, it's nice sleeping in a bed which isn't broken, in a warm room which isn't a teeny bit mouldy, having a proper bedroom door and god, having a proper bath.
To be fair to my family, they always make it perfect for when I go back. A proper Sunday roast, the pub quiz, a cheeky lift to the swimming pool, shopping with my Mum and darts to Primark five minutes before closing.
I've come back to London with more of a little plan. I'm desperate (and still hopeful) that I'll soon make a proper home here and won't feel as lost, have housemates I like and somewhere I don't feel embarrassed about bringing people back. Now I just have to put it into action. Possibly easier said than done.