So i spent the whole day trying to pack up my belongings. Tomorrow afternoon i swiftly move out of the house I've been living in since October and head back home to Surrey.
I feel awful packing away my room, and i think that this is because in some way i have 'created' my room. My room back home is a gorgeous light pink fantasy room, but in a way its untouchable. My mother has a habit of making sure everything is clean and spotless, and her extreme cleanoholic OCD tendencies makes it impossible to do anything i want with my room. So much as a pencil that ends up lying on the desk, has to be moved away into its 'correct' position. Growing up that never bothered me because i didn't know any better- but living where i have been for the past couple months has given me great pride in knowing what i like and what i don't. I can come into my room and kick off my shoes in different directions, to wake up finding that there still lying in the same awkward position in which i left them in. I can decorate my walls in magazine cut outs and pictures that mean a lot to me. I can also laugh at myself when i continually walk into my room and trip up over my hair straightners lying on the ground.
All in all, it'll be sad going away for the summer. I'm going to miss the people I've met here so much and my second year has been a blast. I know its only my luck, but i end up meeting the most incredible people right at the end. I know i will meet them again but 4 months seems like an eternity- But I'm rearing to go. Gotta keep myself busy this summer. I don't want to take all the fun out of summer- after all summer is the time that people look forward to all year around. Got to take some risks and i don't want to stop being the crazy psycho i am just because I'm at home with the parents.