It's day 3 of being back and I'm still adapting to the dim lighting effects that this side of the world seems to have. Seriously, it's like a bulb has broken or something. It is SO dark. No wonder why everyone looks so miserable! I opened my wardrobe to a whole set of jumpers which I had completely forgotten about, reminding me that I am indeed English.
One thing that really took me by surprise was how bloody comfortable my bed is! I had forgotten how spongey and marshmallow-like my mattress was. Definitely won't be taking that for granted any more. Of course it is amazing to be back with my family in the comfort of my own home, with my puppy. What a re union that was. My dog is like my baby, so the guilt I had leaving him was awful. There are a lot of belly rubs to be given for compensation.Today I am heading back to Exeter. How weird is that? I am going to be back at my home uni. Didn't I only just leave?
The flat feeling that I am anticipating is slowly creeping in, but hasn't taken over my mind yet. Too many wonderful people to spend time with for that to happen yet! Jet lag has finally kicked in though. Today I woke up at 5 am, and went for a run in the pitch black, freezing cold weather. Madness? No, boredom. Feels good to start the day nice and early though. But I think I have a bit of frost stuck inside me.
