Home Treasures

They say there is no place like home, and until you move away from the place that you call home, you don't understand how real that saying is. 

Since moving away from home to go to university it feels like there is a little chunk of my heart missing and that is because I am not sharing everyday with my family, even if it used to be small parts of the day. I have gotten used to making and eating dinner on my own, waking up to the sound of silence and the daily phone calls to my pops relaying to each other what we have been up to that day. That is just how life works when you grow up and spread your wings. I miss it a lot and it is so nice to come home to a massive warm hug from my pops and my brother telling me all about what he has been up to and getting into personal trainer mode, getting my arse in gear. 

I try to spend no longer than a month away from home as I don't tend to get quite homesick, especially when I am not enjoying my life in London, I just need my pops. As soon as I step back in my bedroom there is a warm fuzzy feeling inside me. I decorated it all myself a couple of years ago, so it certainly who I was, then the items I pack in my suitcase reflect who I am now. I still have clothes that I used to wear daily to college, my old black doc martens that I spent an entire summer wearing day in, day out. My old, vintage treasure chest which is filled to the brim with memories whether it's newspaper cuttings, Photo Booth pictures, train tickets and concert tickets. Opening that chest up fills me with so much joy. I am so glad that I have always been a sentimental hoarder. I have train tickets from 2011/2012! My chalkboard wall is by far my favourite part of my bedroom. I find nothing more therapeutic than doodling all over my wall and writing goals and wish lists on it. Also, I love it when guests come over and they leave their own little doodles and messages on the wall. It's so cute. I just wish my pops would stop wiping them off every time I go back to university!  

There is no warmer feeling that going home after time away and spending that quality time with family and old friends. Reliving some parts of your innocent childhood.