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So I'm sat at Trev's, about to go out for food in Greenwich. I was at my parents' this morning, and now I'm in London, and next week I'm going back to my parents', and then coming back to London, and then going to Berlin... and with each of those I could have said 'going home to...' In fact, if I talk about Basingstoke, or the house I lived in last year and will live in next year here, I could say that to. So where is home? It's so confusing. I know that's something that's true for many students, because leaving your parents and going through the transition of uni is tough, but in my case that's compounded by the fact that I have to be in Berlin this year, and I've fallen in love, and my family is scattered across the globe (literally, if you count the New Zealanders...)
Meh. I like to know where I stand and right now I don't.
Meh. I like to know where I stand and right now I don't.