Having just come back from my last ever Easter
holidays of undergrad uni life (scarymary.com!) has potentially made me more
confused than ever. I really welcomed the 4-week break with open arms, as
essays etc had really drained me and I was quite literally in desperate need of
some home comforts…
2 weeks in and I was getting restless. Don’t
get me wrong, I love the fam and I really do think that now we’ve all matured a
little bit (or like to think that we have…) we really get along well. As much
as loved going back to being the child, getting fed and having my washing done,
I just feel that it’s getting harder and harder to do so. I think that I’m at a
bit of an awkward stage; I’m excited about moving on and doing my own thing and
yet I can’t help but cling onto being a child and getting family loving and
pampering!!
And here I wonder: at which point do I make the
actual break from child to adult? I used to think school à uni à adult. But now that so many of my friends are moving back in at home
full time sans graduate job, and the fact that I am still majorly financially
dependent on my darling parents makes me not so sure that’s the case anymore!
Then there’s the little things… One minute I
find myself in a bit of a train hoo-ha and end up missing a flight and just
thinking MUMMYYY (Father dearest I am
forever grateful for your moral support on the phone 10 minutes before that BIG
meeting!) Then the next minute I’m making serious plans about living in Zurich
and London next year all on my todd (all the family are abroad) and being
genuinely quite excited about going Ikea furniture shopping.
Is it socially acceptable to get excited about
buying a Billy Bookcase but still want your mum to wake you up with a cup of
tea, open the shutters (yes, the Swiss have Chalet style shutters…) and tell
you to rise and shine?! Aaaargh!!
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