Caption Competition Part II

So...you know what to do
(Photo is from Matt and Tim's visit to Portsmouth last month btw)

We've Got Jumpers

So...last night was a bit of a laugh. We went to the Union for the last night of Uni this year, and whilst making our way there we noticed they had opened the doors, and students could go and drink on the grass in the park.
Not only this but we walked past the OPEN gate into Ravelin Park. After a small conference we decided this opportunity was too good to miss, and proceeded to enter the park and make our way through the bushes towards the crowds - it all seemed rather cool at the time.
Anyway we got as far as mingling before we suddenly were surrounded by a group of security staff. One remarked "So, we've got some jumpers have we?"
We were escorted out of the Union, walked round to the front and paid £5 to get in
All very adventurous.

home from home?

So...i returned to Portsmouth about an hour ago from a gig in Cambridge over the weekend. I'm in the middle of exams at the moment, so the timing was hardly appropriate, but this entry relates to my feelings after the journey 'home', or rather the lack of them...

3 years ago, when i first started University, the prospect of leaving home for such a vast period of time was, although thoroughly exciting, more than a little daunting, and i can happily admit to feeling rather emotional on my first return to Cambridgeshire (for a gig), about a month into the first year. It was very strange, having lived a surreal life for the last 4 weeks to be leaving it for somewhere i had very much forgotten about - home. It occurred to me that whilst i was having all the fun, i had inadvertently pushed aside the life that had taken me 19 years to construct, and i felt a little sad. Seeing the house and my parents again was great but the 'double-life' that i was to live seemed unreal and unaccomplishable!

In contrast, and the reason i chose to share it here, my journey back this weekend was uneventful, and i didnt bat an eyelid at the prospect of climbing into the van at home, travelling 4 hours North and getting out at...home. It seems the dual-lifestyle of city University, and sleepy village Bluntisham can infact interleave. It does, of course, also suggest that i have moved to a position where i know i can survive without the supervision of my parents, and although i love them to bits, it feels right.

But what challenge does this present to me for the future? Well i do enjoy returning to family even though it seems acceptable to live in 2 places now. Finding it this easy to go back does of course help the bag of dirty washing i usually take with me (thanks, Mum)...but Mum and Dad certainly dont take their washing home.
I think the most reassuring thing from this little moment is the satisfaction that whatever i choose in life, wherever and with whomever i end up living, a trip home will become less and less crucial to survival, and thus even more enjoyable!