Here is a stream of thoughts and feelings in list form (what else did you come to this blog for, really - pictures of me getting really muscly shoulders from carrying big bottles of vodka? STAY TUNED!).
- I wonder if I can actually become a super strong muscly person from carrying bags OR if instead I will just gradually sink into the ground and become a very flat ghost who died trying to carry stuff.
- MY PYJAMAS ARE SO GREAT, ALL HAIL MY PYJAMAS!
- I am feeling the strong desire to only use a very small bag to carry around very small things.
- Putting all my dirty clothes in the washing and putting all my stuff away is so satisfying. Everything is in the right place. Everything feels right. This is so good. I love! My! Space!
- My mum always seems to have some kind of surprisng consumable to show me. This time she has alcoholic dandelion & burdock (and I found two advent calenders in my room, tut tut mum, you should've got five thousand of them for my five thousand stomachs, I can't believe you're so rude as to only get two, I'm running away from home IMMEDIATELY).
- I always really enjoy travelling on the tube when I get back. I guess it's such a familiar thing and there's people everywhere who are obviousy from London and I dunno man, I just find the tube so welcoming on return. Love that comforting Transport For London branding! I still want to be a train guard officer person at a tube station so if any recruitment people from TFL are reading this: please help give job in exchange for large box of Jaffa Cakes.
- You don't know how excited I am to write blog posts. I'm so excited to write blog posts! I've pretty much just been making a few notes here and there while I've been away, so for over a week I haven't written a blog post (I'm so glad sheduling exists) and I am ITCHING to write 'em. I have so much time again. I've missed all the time I usually use to do creative things.
- The time and general atmosphere feels so different at home, where I am (mostly) the queen of my own domain and get to do what I want, whenever. I'm looking forward to eating a doughnut and watching fun puppy videos at two in the morning sometime very soon. Not that I couldn't have done that while away, but really I was dead to the wold by then. Hanging out with family members and looking at lakes and eating potatoes is apparently totally exhausting for me. Zzzzzzzzzzz.
- Since I was with Elliot all that time I also haven't been alone at all, except when I went to the toilet, and whilst I am pretty much fine with not being separated from him ever (except when his video games are making the most annoying bicycle bell noises - but that's not technically about him, unless he has secretly been a bicycle all this time), I love to be alone and bask in my aloneness. I can be absolutely unconscious about my natural bodily movements in such a complete way. I can hang upside down and feast on souls - I mean, uh, I can just be myself and take a nap at any time, you know?
- I admit that I enjoy complaining about London (excuse me, house prices, but what the heck do you think you're doing?), but when I come back I'm always like "Yes! I love you!" and I greet every Tesco as if it is my close, personal friend (the truth is, most Tescos think I'm annoying). I love seeing familiar landmarks like Big Bernard and The London Nose.
I love being home. I'm glad I'm home, and I intend to avoid (non-London) trains now for at least three years. If you'll excuse me, I have to go and lovingly consume an entire advent calender and feverishly support the great and excellent football team Arsenal/Spurs/AFC Wimbledon (delete as applicable).