They say i cant last five months abroad, (They being my parents). I loved working with the kids in July school holidays, but as soon as they left. it all fell pear shaped the team was messing up and i couldnt and will not live with the following people again:
medlomanics.
obsessive compulsives
those that smoke in the bedroom
or those that think its smart to move my stuff, i really wanted to go home, but i knew that so much had happened whilst i had been away. I had missed my aunts funeral i had missed what felt like such a blow i loved her dearly. I had to book to go home and the events that followed booking i never thought would happen, why would anyone want to text someone to say i hope your plane gets delayed.
but there are some good things, i had survived five months in an interesting country i had also met some very talented people along the way, Dan was working as an entertainment host and was hillarious on stage and Cara a fantastic singer and dancer. i would hopefully like to see these people again.
But i am back to the cooler weather and i don;t feel half as bad, maybe the formality of finding another uni course has helped myself to settle back into moving back home.. i do believe that it is true home is definately where the heart is and here i will stay.
THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME XX
