Last week, my parents came to visit! I hadn’t seen them in six weeks, and I won’t see them now for another seven(ish) weeks when I go back home for Christmas. As my mum works in a school at the moment, she was on half term, so it was a fairly good time for them to visit.
A lot of people by this stage in the year have been back home to visit, maybe even multiple times, but I haven’t – partially because it’s a long train ride home, but also because frankly, I haven’t missed it what with all the excitement of being in a city. I’m not heartless though, I love my parents and I still miss my friends.
So, when my parents texted to say they were driving up to the car park on Wednesday evening, I’m not ashamed to admit I ran out of the gate (with difficulty, it’s a heavy gate) to hug my mum. Plus, they came with unforeseen gifts – who couldn’t love it?
I swear they literally brought me a complete haul – food, clothes from home, a new tote-type bag, and even early birthday presents! I haven’t opened them yet – thought I’d save them for my actual birthday as I’m not going to be home for that. Weirdly, I was probably most excited about the wooden chopping boards; after six weeks of using flimsy plastic ones that have broken already, this was sweet relief.
We went shopping on Thursday, which was great because earlier last week I noticed that my main everyday shoes were falling apart (hole in the heel, toes coming apart, that sort of thing) and while my parents were on the four-hour drive up here, I bent down to the oven and got a ginormous hole in my jeans… it actually did make the strangely satisfying yet simultaneously horrifying ripping sound as the seam tore apart. I was glad I was the only person to witness that particular moment.
In the end, they bought me two pairs of boots which were both – *mutters* – quite expensive… so didn’t get a replacement pair of jeans. I’ll have to buy those some other time. We had breakfast and dinner out together (I had a seminar around lunchtime and a lecture at five so they had to occupy themselves for that time), which was really nice. Plus, free food, so… that’s always great!
It was a bit of a shame they couldn’t come up on a weekend instead, as I had to duck out and go to two lectures and a seminar while they were here, but I think we made quite good use of our time together. It’s sort of strange when you’re away from your parents for that long for the first time but I don’t feel homesick or anything – especially as there’s always Skype and WhatsApp!
Anyway, that’s pretty much all I have to say today – been busy reading up about fascist Italy and communist Russia recently, so not much to tell! But there’s much excitement to be had over the coming months, so stay tuned 😉