it runs in the family, i come by it honestly

So, as people are probably aware, I'm moving back to Ormskirk in just over a week. This does not make me massively happy; I'm glad that I'm going to be catching up with all my friends and that at least someone else will be paying for some of the food (although as part of my determination for independence I plan on doing the majority of my own cooking) but from another perspective I will be living with my parents again, there is a strong chance I will bump into most of the idiots I hated in school, the whole Simon issue, I will be far away from the sea, I will be working a possibly mad combination of Fat Face and nursing home, and I will be living with my sister again.

( Allow me to describe my pain. )

So, yes, moving home. This should be wonderful. No wonder I'm putting off packing and cleaning; I think I want to ignore what's waiting for me as long as possible! That said, I can't really ignore all the people who are leaving now. I was at Laura's leaving party last night, a girl who is off to teach English in China for a year. Given that teaching is the last resort for me, it should say a lot about how incredibly jealous I am.