You know its when you have had a good shit journey experiance away from home that going home sucks more than school on a Sunday. To break down 10 minutes outside of Birmingham, pay wads of cash to be towed, get taken the wrong end of the city and have to go to Coventry and back to rest your head yet still want to go back and do it again is nostalgic.
sleep gripped me bad on the way home but i further ached with disappointment that i'd return to drifting in and out of work, being a student and having no more pennies in the bank than diamonds on my neck, or ma grilzz haha.
Its not eating for 3 days and 'getting crunk' with anyone willing and finding everything in industrial proportion that made the past 24hours incredible. I fufilled roles of road-hussy, mechanic, pillow and just someone there to laugh and sing and moan and now want to go back to the road, the city, the north/south or midlands just to be me somewhere else for 5 minutes, or 24 hours.
However there are the comforts i was more than happy to embrace, not having to wear underwear, my dog chasing through the hallway, all the hair/body condiments in the world and the ability to bask makeup-nude sans the fear of respective rejection/scruffiness.
I also had the best shower of my life. Kudos to hot water, welcoming family and all the fanta i could ever drink.
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It's really weird to get back into the normality of things when you have no worries other than waking up and being with the people you care about.
I've recently had the realisation that, whereas i thought i was an independent person for the most part, i'm becoming dependant on these people i spend my time with. We sit in rooms, listen to music and just waste time but for the life of me, i'd give it up to be with them for another hour than spend 2 days at home.
I guess it's hard to find a balance sometimes when one aspect of your life pulls you more than the grind of daily existence, even when i know the 9 to 5's should take precedence.
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