Home Sweet Home?

I've been back home for two weeks and three days now, away from the house in Cheltenham that I share with five other fellow University students, for the Christmas holidays, and despite having another week and a half here at home - I am very ready to head back, so ready in fact, that I am yet to UNPACK from Cheltenham, because I know that I won't be sticking around here for too long. I have adored the novelty of being at home - home cooked dinners, someone to wash your dirty laundry, my original bedroom, needless forget the excessive amounts of Christmas decorations - however I think there comes a point, when you hit a wall and you once again crave that freedom and independence that you gain as soon as you walk into your very first home alone, aka the one without the rents. As soon as you have a taste of this independence your original home somewhat changes, you begin to realize and acknowledge certain characteristics that you were unaware of before - the control, the nagging, the complaints - everything that makes a family what it is, typical family values. It saddens me somewhat because what was completely 100% your home before isn't necessarily what it is now. I crave freedom and I have always considered myself somewhat rather independent, but freedom and the crowded house doesn't make a perfect fit. On a positive note this brings new ideas into my life, what can be done during the Easter and Summer holidays to avoid this crowded house; travel, festivals, work experience.

I'll leave you with a quote from my ALLTIMEFAVE film, Garden State, Zach Braff knows what I'm talkin' bout YUS:

"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place."