Yes. This is it. The last day I'll be spending in Lincoln. Well, the last full day at any rate. This time tomorrow I'll be home. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, which is just as well because it is cold and raining here right now.
Yesterday my parents came over to take home the very vast majority of my stuff, so my flat feels a little empty. At least I'm not tripping over books, bags and random pieces of foam-core board anymore though.
I don't know what it is about going home, but suddenly I'm rather optimistic with no reason to be. No degree, no job now, still no girlfriend, but there is something in the back of my mind, or intuition, which is adamant that as soon as I get home things are going to be all right. I don't know. Perhaps there will be some party.
And as for going home, I'm rather confused about whether it is the notion of going home that excites me, or more the notion of going on a long (well, ish) train journey to get there.
So yeah, really that is all I have to say. Apart from 'sorry' about misspelling 'Espresso' last time.
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