Home is Where the Heart is...

Beginners Blog... Blogdate 02051.1


Common conception is that home, really is where the heart is... I can, at last admit to myself, that from my point of view I was wrong in ever doubting that phrase to be untrue. 


Speaking from experience I can conclude that my heart really does lie in the scruffy, unfussed, animal, family and exercise orientated kid that emits from within me whilst at home. My alter ego of a tidy, money conscious, ocd-like student only appears during term time when stress levels seem to rocket and my relaxed, easy-going, laid back nature slowly disappears whilst I am sat, over-thinking things through on my bed in my little, white, breeze block of a mini-mansion that is, J115 Cefn Y Coed.


From a youngster I have always had dreams of travelling, working and living abroad, and I s'pose to some degree you could say that travelling and staying for my study just over the border in Wales pretty much fulfils those dreams. However, in my mind I had and still do have dreams to head further afield. Somewhere that actually requires a passport to visit. But, a slight snag soon arose around January time when I found myself pretty much constantly homesick; to the point at which I felt depressed and felt like I was spiralling down and down and down. And I know my dream destination is to go down under, but not mentally!!! 


After being home now for 3 weeks, I have happily settled back in to the swing of things and my old self has returned. I no longer feel as down as I did and I am finally starting to feel better, mentally and physically. However, in a few hours time I shall be leaving to return to my mini-mansion over the border, and have slight concerns I will head back the same way. Hopefully, focusing on exams, hitting the gym, participating in sport and being back with the good ol' uni buddies will keep me on the straight and narrow. 


Well, here's to hoping at least. If you hear of a psycho girl on the loose in North Wales, armed with textbooks and clad in gym clothing then at least you know who that individual is.


So, the time has come again where the early hours are slowly ticking away, and my window of sleep narrows. Another early start, and then a trip to the supermarket so the Mother can load me up with months worth of food, enough to fill my kitchen cupboards till bursting point, (and the freezer, much to the annoyance of my flatmates... But hey, any uni student knows that a flatmate returning from home equals a choc-a-block freezer!!!)


Well, Goodnight.


Over and Out.