This Bank Holiday weekend I went ‘home’ home… i.e. back to my parents’ house. This isn’t something I do very often, largely due to the fact that I am currently carless and despite being only an hour and a half away, via public transport it’s a torturous 3 or so hour trek involving multiple buses and trains. This weekend, however, I was able to catch a ride with my sister who lives just up the road in Newcastle. Don’t get me wrong, I love Durham, however being from Whitby I do miss the seaside; that moment on the drive home when the sea just comes into view is something quite special for me.
Without doubt one of the best things about going home is being ‘looked after’, permission is granted to regress to your childhood and let mum and dad do everything for you. I used to appreciate this when I was a student but even more so now that I am working full time. Although I am now technically a ‘proper’ grown up with a job, I have to admit that I still live in some ways like a student… my fridge always seems to be empty to be yet at ... read more