I haven’t been missing home, I haven’t once been wishing I was at home. But ever since the beginning of this week [by beginning I mean Sunday] I’ve been getting all giddy with the thought of going back home, of seeing my mammy for the first time in 5 weeks. She sent me a lovely text today saying: It feels like a lifetime, but’s its only been five weeks, can’t wait to see you.
I cannot wait to go home to Bruce, and to see his happy face when I come through the door. He’s been crying all through the night since I’ve been gone, and hasn’t gone back to his normal self…don’t worry, the troublesome duo will be back soon!
I’m dying for my own bed, and to just wake up and not to be covered in sweat, and with the back of my neck to be drenched in my own moisture because of the heath during the night.
I cannot wait to be able to sleep through the night and not be woken up by the sound of mice, or to constantly think that a piece of chocolate is something else entirely.
To be able to go wherever I want, whenever I want. Over here, I don’t know where anything is or how to get to anywhere, and there’s nowhere exciting to go to. I miss Dublin. I miss being able to go where my heart desires, and not having to worry about getting lost.
Proper Food!! Oh…my…god. How much I miss normal and good food. I devoured a large plate of mash potato today after going 5 weeks without having it. Do you guys know how good mash potato is?? It’s like velvet goodness and soooo yummy, I would happily just had it for breakfast, dinner and tea today. That is one thing I’m looking forward to- proper meals- and a COOKER. I miss having a cooker, I’ve been living off large bowls of cereal in the morning to just be able to make it through the day.
So, T-Minus 2 days…. Friday just cannot come fast enough!