As much as I joke and kid about how my hometown doesn’t really feel as though it offers me much, I can’t deny the sheer excitement I felt at coming back and seeing family – especially those that I hadn’t seen for a year. It’s been about 3 days since my plane landed at Heathrow Terminal 2 and I don’t think I’ve stopped yet! I’ve been out and about seeing all the family I can. In fact, yesterday I was able to actually meet my new baby cousin born in October for the very first time!
It often strikes me that Christmas is a time to be with your family and friends and the past three days have been no exception to that. I’m unbelievably close to my family – we pretty much all live in the same town – and that’s why it’s so strange for them that I’m away for so much of the year. I almost typed that I don’t mind being away for so long, but that would be a massive lie.
Yes, I like exploring, I like expanding my horizons, I love being at a different university and gaining a new set of experiences. But I’m not so sure that I like missing out on my cousin’s birthday party, or missing my newest baby cousin being born & relying on WhatsApp for photos. It’s strange. Although I do want to stay in America for a considerable chunk of time..
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