Settling Back In: My First Month Living at Home Again
As I write this from my childhood bedroom, I can’t help but feel reflective about how moving home from university has been. Even though I knew that this was coming for a while, it still has caught me a bit off guard of how different life can be. The shift from living with my best friends to now with my parents is definitely an adjustment. One thing I did (unfortunately) expect was how much stuff I would have to sort out. Having been abroad for a semester, I’d already gone through the hassle of moving out of my uni room once and knew that returning to it all a year later wasn't going to be pretty. Now everything I own is sprawled out in my parents house waiting to be tidied away with nowhere to put it. I have already made a few attempts at clearing my room of clothes I don’t wear anymore, but my unsold Vinted pile is threatening to become a permanent feature of the house. So not only am I feeling quite frankly a bit overwhelmed with the amount of stuff I have, I am als...