Sometimes...

Sometimes I'm late

Sometimes I'm left waiting

Sometimes I write

Sometimes I just sit back and wonder.

Tonight I'm wondering and the question is what the hell am I doing?

I'm a country girl in the big city and to be honest I just feel a bit lost. Yes I'll be going home in just a few short days (trust me I'm counting them) but will it ever be enough? Is London ever going to feel like home?

I call my London flat home, purely for the reason that there is no other adjective that fits. 'The place I live with 3 awesome people, where the washing up never gets done and everything grows mould' is a bit of a mouthful.

Yes I like living here, I like the freedom of having my own place and my own money (still getting the hang of that one) but is Uni really what I should be doing? How are we supposed to know were on the right path? Making the right decisions?

Guess every one asks these kinda questions, maybe I'm just having a mid term mutter who knows...guess I'll figure it out in the end.

Next year will be better I hope. Being in a house as opposed to halls should hopefully feel more homely. Maybe the new home will be 'the place I live with 4 awesome people where everything is pink and the bathroom is never free' well I will be living with a load of women :D