I go home next weekend - sounds evil, but I'm not sure if I'm excited or not. It means a full week of adjustment into a whole different life. Plus, I've gotten so used to the luxuries of things like internet, a five minute walk into town and friends I don't have to wait 45 minutes on a bus to see that it'll be a real culture shock.
Mother's been dying to have me home since I was in hospital, which I guess makes sense and I was all for going until I actually thought it through. I can't go running back to Whitters every time something goes wrong, or I'll never get my degree.
But still...it will feel very weird going back to a place where people stop in the middle of the street to inquire about your health and sanitation is taken care of by a man with a stick. I wonder if I'll go crazy?
A thumb war with Davy Jones by *warrioronlydude on deviantART
Somehow, I really doubt that's a problem.
