The other day I finally had enough light and mirrors to see that I had an infected piercing. I had to laugh that it took coming home to be able to realise this... which got me thinking about the things I absolutely love most about being home...
Firstly, the food. There is not one 'Tesco value' item in my house, avocados are no longer my 'treat of the week' and salads can now consist of more than just spinach..which makes them rather more tempting.
Second, seeing the beach almost every day. The ocean makes me feel small...and I need to be reminded that Lucy is small...well almost every day.
Third, driving. But only locally and at night when its just me and taxis because the rest of the time its scary. (okay, so maybe driving isn't so much one of the highlights).
Fourthly, my girls. Snuggles and cuddles and great sense of humors. Just being in their presence realigns my opinion of myself: to take myself less seriously, and to take who I am more seriously.
Fifth, rest time to think and...well...rest. I do sleep a lot at Uni as well but there is nothing sweeter than the odd day of doing nothing which nobody knows about. I know, I'm boring, but its kinda a victory for me.
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