Today has been something of an emotional rollercoaster. I spent the first hour walking around in a haze - I literally could not focus my sight - and then my mood plummeted somewhat. Since the last blog post, I've been thinking about home a lot, and the more I do, the more I want to be back there. This morning was a morning of feeling very homesick. When things are great here I feel on top of the world, but when things get on top of me it's so suffocating. I just felt like I needed to get away. I almost asked my Dad to fly me back next weekend. I was pretty low.
He called me in response to a text I sent him, and now I feel so much better. It really helped. We just talked about anything. One particular highlight was a story he told me about how he accidentally stole a live chicken named Rosie. He was at work and didn't realise she'd jumped into his van. 5 hours and 70 miles later, he opens the back of the van to be confronted by a clucking, quite content chicken. I laughed so much. It was wonderful to catch up with him, and I feel like I can last another month here.
I really appreciate my friends here, too. Josh and I broke up yesterday, and the first thing Charlotte did was walk into my room, produce a packet of Chilli Heatwave Doritos and a bottle of vodka, followed by a hug. She knows me well. Ciara provided hugs and a listening ear. Ben invited me over with the offer of pumpkin soup, and Claire offered me over to hers to escape for a while. If any of you are reading this, know that you're amazing!
Tonight includes alcohol, a girls-only Ann Summers party, and a club night called Cheesy Pop. I wasn't feeling up for it earlier on, but now: bring it on!
I'm feeling a lot more positive; can you tell?
Sexy: My friends here, without a doubt.
Unsexy: I'm feeling too positive for that today :)
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