Happy 2015 to my four regular readers (and more if there is so), I hope it is a good one and brings much good fortune to you.
Not for the first time the Christmas holidays has been a relaxing time for me, but also one filled with anxiety. For the last four years at least every Christmas I'm lad I've survived another semester at Uni, but at the same time am filled with unease at the coming one; the same can be said of this year.
I won't lie, I had my worries about coming back to Leicester. What hadn't been so apparent to me was that in my last few weeks I became terribly home sick, although it was gradual in coming on. For future advice to any people leaving home for the first time, it isn't the best idea so remain away for as long as I did (unless it's unavoidable). Three months doesn't seem that long but when you've stayed at home with your parents for 21 years and then move out to a place where your flatmates are specters who you see once in a blue moon, it is.
Everyone will be happy to hear that I managed to return to Leicester safely, on time, and without getting on any wrong trains going to Cheltenham (I'd just like to humorously mention here that Chrome's suggestive spelling of Cheltenham is Chameleon, thanks Google). Returning home for the first time wasn't really weird, it felt like going back after a holiday, although I've never been away for three months before.
My luggage was so heavy, this startled me because I'm a light traveler. My suitcase is barely big enough to fit a toddler in and only comes to just over my knee, but with the amount of stuff I had to fit in it I was wishing for a larger suitcase. That being said if I'd had one this trip would have been nigh on impossible. Small suitcase, backpack with revision material (that's right Christmas revision, but more on that later), and large cushioned laptop satchel, not case, satchel. The short walk to the train station has never been more strenuous, and you can only imagine what the return to Leicester journey was like with my Christmas presents stuffed inside.
Over the break I couldn't just relax like I've been accustomed to doing at Glasgow, no, I had an exam to revise for. At Glasgow during my honours years there were no exams at Christmas at all, instead they gave us 8-10 after Easter (I am still undecided as to which of these scenarios is worse). Before Honours exams were before Christmas. Also I have one exam, when before as I said I had 8 times more than that. I don't know what to do with myself, revision has been sparse on the ground, which is partially Leicester Uni's fault for not giving us enough revision material (two past papers and notes doesn't count as sufficient). I probably shouldn't complain that I've not really had to do that much revision, it's meant I could actually enjoy the time off relatively guilt free (Exam Gods please don't fail me for saying that).
It's quite lucky I left Scotland when I did because in the last few days all of the trains have been cancelled due to the typical gales we have, so I got out just in time.
Blog posts will go back to their normal scheduling, starting with an undecided History Sunday on, you guessed it, Sunday! My blog aims this year are non-existent, my writing aims are to get my series of short stories either published properly or on Amazon KDP again, lastly is to get my 12-14th Century kirtle based on Waterhouse's Temptest completed and then move onto my project for the books I want published, but more details on that in a month or two.
I hope you all had a great Christmas and an unforgettable Hogmanay and I look forward to the blogging year ahead.
