I miss the awesome live music in London.

But it's a small sacrifice for home and FRIENDS and sleeping without a massive duvet ;>

And so:

Trip home, after


One amidst the huge banner of messages.

It's ridiculous how much we attach to things that frankly, aren't very valuable. So this was how room-clearing went:
1) Think about all the random stuff I'll throw out
2) Keep all the afore-mentioned random stuff, and
3) Whine about the massive amounts of stuff that I have

'Tis going well, I would say.

One final post about how I miss everyone,
and then it's home,
and much more cheerful entries about the glorious sun hitting a sweltering 32 degrees, plus the lovely, lovely food that I've been missing for the past 9 months

It feels like I've been here a lifetime, again, I find an almost empty hall, this time with an almost cleared out room (it's basically all in bags around) with a heart that (wait for the cheese) misses all the amazing people I spent my first year here with.
I can just about muster up a tear.