I’ve been home for almost a week. But it feels like half a lifetime. And I’ve hated it. I’ve never felt so homesick in my life.
Perhaps its that I’ve come home to no-one. My housemate is away.
Perhaps its that I spent too long back home and got attached to being surrounded by loved ones.
Perhaps its that I was so desperate for some time off. I thought things would be different after a break but its still the same old stuff day in, day out.
I miss my cat and I miss my mum. And I wish I had someone to share my life with. I’m thoroughly lonely.