For me, the hardest part of moving home has been coming to terms with the loss of my independence. After crafting a fairly impressive "Single woman who needs no help" attitude during my years away at university, the change in my living arrangements has come as a shock. That's not to say I don't appreciate (and secretly welcome) my clean, homely surroundings, and the constant food that seems to come with being home..I really do!!! However, the initial comfort I felt has started to feel like an ever so slightly smothering hug.
My inability to drive combined with the slow, seemingly unchanging nature of country life, has meant I have basically returned to my life as an eighteen year old, with the fun of Brighton quickly becoming a mere memory. When the train out of the town only comes once an hour, and with busses running even more infrequently, it's easy to fall into the mindset of being trapped here with little to do.
However, with the promise to stay positive still fresh from my previous blog post, I will ensure I do not fall into some serious graduation blues. Therefore I will be using my desire to regain some independence to encourage me to plough into job hunting...let's hope for some success!!!