Home. what is a home ? i have literally moved around so much i wouldn't know. After being in boarding school for three years and now living in Dublin , I rarely get to stay in my bed in my so called home. I'm a person who loves being away from home but I do love coming back , but I haven't been able to come home lately . I'm always busy with work and I never seem to have the time off to do anything crazy. I only went out once this summer? Seriously ? Me ? I'm supposed to be a party animal and I'm actually letting work take over that which is so not me. It was time to get away from this stress and go to home for some rehab. After spending the past two months in Dublin, I came down home to my friends house for the first time in several months. I had a few days off work which was different so she convinced me to come down to the country and chill. When I went back home, for some reason I felt different. The last time I was home I brought a friend with me and I felt fine. But this time, It felt weird. I felt really alone. I was walking in my back door and the house was empty. I looked around the house to see if anything changed but everything was the same. I just felt incomplete somehow. Then I was reunited with my best friend who I didn't see all summer. Man to have her in my arms again was amazing. Our whole lives we were inseparable and then when I moved to Dublin , it was hard being away from her. Spending those few days with her, just hanging out, living the country life, it just felt unusual. I've been so used to the hustle and bustle of city life that at times I forget I am a quiet country girl. I know, it sounds weird but it's true. I needed time away from Dublin. I begged to be up there, but I needed space . I was constantly feeling under pressure, stressed and tense that I couldn't enjoy my summer. Just the other day i realised, we are half way through August and I haven't done anything on my "Crazy Summer To do list" . Work has seriously controlled my summer and I never get to spend the money wildly coz I feel trapped in Dublin. But down in the country, I feel free. My mind has been able to think more about life instead of worrying if my alarm Dosent off for work or that I have to buy milk . The past few days were about me and life reconnecting. What happens next ? I don't know. I just want to be happy and I will take whatever comes at me.
JB
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