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photo by bubbo-tubbo
i'm nearing the end of my packing to go home on friday. apart from a brief return for an exam, this'll be it for six weeks. when my dad told me that once you've left, home never feels thoroughly like home again, i was incredibly sad. but i guess it happens so gradually you don't realise, because the idea of living by someone else's rules again makes my stomach churn a little. it's going to be very strange not cooking my own meals or doing my laundry, but i daresay that it'll be in a good way.
going back home again feels like a step backwards. that's what it is. my parents aren't strict by any stretch of the imagination, and we get along fantastically. but no matter how much independence i have at home, now that i've had absolute independence, anything less is unthinkable. hopefully my new attitude will work; i'll do my share of the cooking and cleaning and generally make life easier for everyone. but who knows?