The People I Miss the Most

I go through phases of just sitting and thinking about all the people I miss back home.  I've only been away 5 weeks so far and last term I managed 9 weeks, which was basically a whole term.  It wasn't supposed to be that way but I won't go into detail about that, but I do think the only thing that got me through was a visit from my best friend Emily for my birthday, followed by a visit back to her for a weekend in Nottingham and my amazing friends here at uni to keep me amused.

I phone home or they phone me no more than once a week and we've FaceTimed twice (which is once more than last term).  The only problem is that by the time I come to call and have heard their voices, I've nothing left to say and I just feel stupid.  It's even worse at the moment when I'm trying to hide the fact I'm coming home for a surprise visit sooner than they think so I have to be extra careful what I can and can't say.

However, that itself may have been compromised since I phoned my boss up and asked to come back to work whilst I was home (I'd then be able to get 2 weeks pay out of it and would only need to book one week off while I come back for the Summer ball and to collect my stuff), and the phonecall wasn't what I expected and was confused but I'd had the phone put down on me before I could question any further.  This resulted in me texting a friend asking if she was working that day and whether she could mention my phonecall to my boss incase she thought I'd been someone else ringing.

I'd heard nothing more until I got a text from my dad on Saturday night to say I had a message from work that they'd see me on the 8th.  I now had to fob him off with a story about how I'd phoned and left  message about a reference but it hadn't got through properly and so I'd ring again tomorrow to 'correct them'.  Hopefully my dad believed this and he didn't think my mum had heard the message so I may be in the clear.  I had mentioned about coming home to my dad but it was back in March before any decisions were set in stone so I have no idea what he's thinking at the moment.

So I'm going home the day after my last exam.  This isn't a brilliant idea in the first place since Real Analysis is going to destroy me so we're starting on the booze straight afterwards and going out later that night after lots of pre-drinks.  Check back soon to see the result of this...

Poppy, Poppy, Poppy. I miss her to bits. Apparently she goes mental whenever I phone because she can hear me on the other end and the first few nights I was away she used to go jumping on my bed, despite hating it when I was at home.  I just can't wait to be home to get lots of Poppy cuddles.

I won't be seeing Emily for a while either.  She's really busy with exams even longer after mine and even in the Summer holidays she's going to be spending a lot of time out of the country and we haven't yet organised a London trip or even know if it will go ahead.  Possibly a trip to Blackpool Pleasure Beach instead?!

Hugs
Jaz xx