Dorothy was right, there is no place like home.
After moaning about how much I want to go home for what feels like weeks now, I finally made it! My parents arrived super early, meaning I was still in bed. But we packed the car up quick, and were home by lunch time.
It’s great to be back with my family. More natural. I am taking tommorow off doing any of my work and going shopping with my mum, though if I get back with a reasonable amount of afternoon left, I suppose I will have no excuse but to start some reading at the very least. I miss the days when the start of the holidays meant you didn’t even have to think about work until you went back!
Strangely though, a lot of things appear to be very different at home. It seems a lot bigger for a start, with the bathroom especially appearing to be massive. The television also seems huge! In contrast to at uni though, at home I have a single bed, so I will be falling asleep in fear of the possibility of taking a tumble in the night!
In other furnishing related news, I took one of my bookshelves to uni with me to use, leaving a large stack of books in my room at home:
we’re sum of all the moments we’ve experienced with all the people we’ve ever known
This isn’t a new concept. In fact, within psychology it is a majorly overdone theme: are we influenced more by nature, or by nurture?
They both overlap so much that it is practically impossible to attribute anything solely to nature, or nurture. If we accept that a lot of what we are is affected by things which have influenced us though; how much of me has been influenced by my books? The pile above is only half the books I own, and in turn all the books I own is probably only a quarter of all the books I have ever read.
Does that mean that each book influences me a little? That part of me is J.K Rowling, part Tolkien, part Shakespeare? Or do they each cancel each other out a little, just causing a general influence of ‘books’?
Had I read different books, would I have different views on certain things? Had I not been an avid reader, would I have the same views and opinions as I do now? Would my language use be different? My personality? My writing style?
I guess it will always be impossible to say, but it really did make me stop and ponder.
Sorry for the ramble. It may in part be due to the sleep deprivation caused by my parents ridiculously early arrival!
Until next time x