I have just decided in the past 20 mins to travel back home for the holidays tomorrow, rather than leave it to Saturday or Sunday night. I think the main reason is that right now I feel absolutely knackered and I just want to get on that bus with my iPods and spend the next 12 hours snoozing and listening to music on my way to the ferry depot. It also means that hopefully Saturday (night) should be quite chilled at home as most of the family will be out socialising so I can relax a little bit and watch the Strictly Come Dancing Final. Plus arriving on Saturday morning instead of Sunday/Monday morning makes it less of a flying visit (as I'll be coming back to London on Friday night) so less chance for my mother to make me feel guilty about not visiting enough.
However, I feel so depressed at the thought of returning back to the chaos and disorder that we've built our family and home upon. God give me strength.
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