Torn in two.

2016-01-08, at 14:58:37
 
I'm currently sat in Turku airport,
waiting to board the flight that will take me to Stockholm, where I will switch to a different flight that will take me back to London.
 
Coming home over the Christmas holidays has been a really weird experience.
I realised quite quickly that home doesn't feel like home any more, but neither does London, really.
At home (well, home home, as I usually refer to it by), it's mainly the people that make me feel like home, meanwhile in London it's the familiarity of living in a place and exploring it extensively for months. I've got a routine set up in London, which I don't really have any more when I'm in Finland.
 
Seeing my friends and family again was, of course, really nice. I'd missed them all half to death, especially my dear cat. At the same time I missed my friends from London, though, and all the shenanigans and mischief we usually get up to.
 
It's like I'm being torn in two, and I think I will simply have to get used to the fact that from now on, wherever I am, I will always miss someone or something about the other place.
 
(I also realised I forgot to blog about the Counterfeit gig I went to before I came home before Christmas.
I shall get around to that at some point after my exams are over next week.)


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Love of my Life.

2016-01-05, at 21:10:33
 
Words honestly can't explain how much I love this lil munchkin, or how much I'll miss him when I go back to London this Friday.


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Barbecue season.

2016-01-02, at 15:42:36
 
Today we started the barbecue season in our family with some homemade burgers.
It's -7℃ outside and it's snowing, but my dad still braved the cold weather to barbecue burgers for us.
It reminded me of summer, as we barbecue basically everything in the summer, and it's especially nice that I got a homemade burger during my Christmas break because I didn't really eat that many homemade burgers last summer.
 
In about a week it's time for me to go back to London.
Coming home over the holidays has been a very weird feeling, because home doesn't really feel like home any more. Or rather, it feels like I've got two homes.
Compared to the perpetual energy of London, this town feels quite dull, dreary and drowsy,
the only upside I can think of of living here is that this is where the people I hold dear reside.
 
Before I go back to London, I still have a few blog posts to share with you,
so keep your eyes peeled for that!


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