It is strange leaving home, moving to another town/city and trying to find your feet again. That’s exactly what I did when I went to university in Sheffield. I had to establish my identity all over again, make new friends and continue my life of learning in a much bigger and more academic environment. And over time I adjusted, I found my feet, got some great friends and discovered over the last 3 months that Sheffield is a pretty awesome place to live. Even after uni ended I could imagine myself hanging around in that city for quite some time. I guess you can say I got attached to the city a lot; it’s a very nice place. But then I left Sheffield last weekend to come back to my home town of Luton and things don’t right.
I’ve been back in Luton for just under a week and it feels strange to be back in a place that I used to call home, I mean sure it is still technically my home as I haven’t completely left the country or established a new life on the other side of the planet. But I feel more at home in Sheffield then I do when I am in Luton, there is just a refreshing feeling when hanging around in Sheffield and back up there it feels like anything is possible and that’s why I love it so. Nothing feels as hard to do or complicated to do up there unlike in Luton where it feels like there a level of complexity that comes with living in this town. I don’t mean to sound like I’m bad-mouthing my own home town, but with the amount of the stuff that I have been able to do in this new wonderful city that I’ve been living in for the last few months it’s weird to fall back into this place where I was before, it feels a tad unnatural. It’s just strange to have all this free time with nothing to do with it; I much prefer the madness of my time schedule in Sheffield where the unpredictable nature of life takes over with my lovely flatmates.
Again don’t get me wrong I don’t hate my home town, far from it in fact. I really do like being back here where things are a great deal simpler and all that jazz. I’ve met and caught up with all of my best friends, hanged out with many people and it seems like people genuinely miss me and actually want to hang with me. It’s made me so stupidly happy 😀 I swear in these last few days I have gotten all that I have ever wanted and then some, I am satisfied. And yet, I miss Sheffield so bad I just want to go back and live it up all over again. I know I’ll be back on the 31st of December for New Year’s fun, however its strange I should miss a city I’ve only lived in for a few months and miss a flat I’ll only live in for just under a year with ridiculously high pricing for rent or miss even people who I have only known for a short time. But hey what can I say, I love the city, I love the people and even though the flat rent is killing me it’s a nice place to chill in haha.
So now with Christmas around the corner I guess I look forward to it, it’s strange that it’s nearly here and yet I haven’t noticed at all, it’s really unnatural to me. Oh well only 2 days to go let’s hope something gets me in the groove! Laters. 🙂