When it comes to moving home, I feel excited but also upset at the same time. I say excited because I can go home see my family and friends and my bed and just relax for a bit and slowly prepare for when I come back to Manchester for my second year at university. The first thing I’ll do as soon as I get home is apply for part-time jobs for when I start back at university.

I also feel upset about moving back home for the summer, because since my grandma passed early 2017, I haven’t been to her grave since I left for university and I know I’m going to see her at much as I can whilst I’m back home. I have a lot of lost time to make up for and honestly when I get to seeing her I don’t know what I’m going to say. What do I know is that I’m going to sit down next to her grave and just talk to her and let her know everything that happened this past year. It may sound crazy and absurd, but I just want to talk to her again.

The very first thing I do when I get home is I am going to unpack all my things, then go and raid my dad’s fridge and eat everything he has because there’s no place like home! Plus, home food is better than any kind of food you can find anywhere. I think out of me and my dad he’s the happiest that I’m coming home because every phone call ends with the question “When are you coming home?” I think he asks this because he wants to know how much time he has before all his food is gone or he just needs to know how long he has to put up with me being at home!

I think out of all the times I’ve left home for long periods of time, this is the one I am most excited for because when I was first left home last year it wasn’t a stupid choice/bad decision it was a smart thing to do because I came to start university and its helped me get on the path to where I am now and I can’t wait to see where the path leads. It could lead me anywhere and everywhere, I hope its somewhere nice and relaxing because I will probably need a lot of sleep after the journey.

However, there is something that I’m not at all looking forward too when I go back home and that is all the questions from the family. You know the questions where they pretend to care but really want to be nosey and just get the gossip for the rest of the family, so they can talk about you. It’s just a massive gossip tree. Although one family member who I don’t mind talking to because they genuinely care about me and try to keep in contact as much as they can is my auntie; even though she scares me half to death, she still looks out for me and pushes me to be the best I can.

So however, you have spent your summer so far, whether it’s studying, working or relaxing in the sun. Remember this where ever you go, whatever you do, whether it be back with your parents or if it’s a place of your own there is no place like home. Have a great summer and see you soon.