December 14, 2016, by Lucy

Driving Home for Christmas

Now, don’t get me wrong: I am having the time of my life at university. However, having experienced by first 12 week term(!!!) here, I well and truly am ready to get on the first train home. University life is great but, something which I and several other people I have talked to have realised is, it is difficult. When I say it is ‘hard’, I am not just referring to the work, but I am referring to the idea of ‘adulting’. Am I ready to grow up? No way.

Here is a compiled list of a selection of the things that await for me at home:

Family: Cliché, cliché, cliché. I know, but honestly, it is the truth. Coming from a girl who was adamant that she would not miss her family one bit due to her quest for independence, I am surprised by how much I miss them. Forget the London marathon, not seeing your family for 12 weeks is a real test of endurance and strength: if you still don’t miss them after this time you either a) are one tough cookie, or b) have a heart as cold as Elsa’s touch.

Food: One thing I am not is Jamie Oliver. One thing that I am is a lover of food. Maybe I should get this checked out, but food is on my mind 24/7. However, when you are both a fanatic over cook, as well as a disaster in the kitchen, you are inevitably going to be left somewhat dissatisfied whenever you leave the kitchen. Mum, please, I need real food.

Christmas: I genuinely don’t think this needs an explanation…

Peace: “Hello, 999, what’s your emergency”, “Hello, yes, the walls in halls are paper thin and I haven’t slept in 12 days”. Last night I was awoken at 2am to be informed that there was a hedgehog outside. Legit. Whilst I appreciate the adorable nature of hedgehogs, I appreciate the beauty of an 8 hour sleep more.

A (Clean) Kitchen: Once upon a time, in a land far, far away awaits a sanitary kitchen whereby rubbish lives in the bin and dirty dishes in the dishwasher. What a place, ay? Sounds dreamy.

A Sofa: I didn’t really see sofas as being a big deal until last week I realised that since being at university I haven’t sat in a sofa. Now I miss my sofa more and more everyday: it’s the simple things. I’m sorry, but office chairs, kitchen stools and cafe chairs just aren’t cutting it for me, I yearn to sit in comfort once more.


(Featured picture: By Jonathan McIntosh (Own work) [<a href=”″>CC BY 2.0</a>], <a href=””>via Wikimedia Commons</a>)


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