Home isn't really home.

I'm home apparently, well home where my parents live and where I grew up for all of my teenage years and most of the rest. I don't really have a bedroom as such, none of my stuff is here and I'm living such a different life to my friends here that it's hard to stay in touch and catch up when I'm here.

All my stuff is at Uni. My computer, my music, my clothes, what I would call my bed, my TV, my boyfriend, my clothes (my shoes however have remained here in Glasgow throught my Uni life) and worst of all I think I left my social life there along with my house keys! Although calling what I have at Uni a social life is a huge overstatement if I'm honest. I don't make plans, I don't go anywhere other than the Uni bar or someone else's room and I never have any money to do anything else.

When I'm in Glasgow however, there's everything going on and everyone to do it with but I still feel like I'm just visiting. I've been gone for so long and had the easy life for equally as long that I don't really know how to get back into the swing of things. Phoning round and seeing what people are doing is the option. Did that. Found out everyone was out last night when I was stuck outside my own house after forgetting my keys and driving 200 miles.

So now it's Sunday, I'm watching a repeat of Top Gear because this series has finished and hoping that by reaching out through my mobile and this borrowed laptop I can find some civillisation and some entertainment tonight before I start working for free (read 'making tea') for those lovely people at the List tommorow.