Packing up my stuff I realised how much I still love home, and the family (including the cats). I feel more relaxed than I have in months and I really wish that I could have stayed a little longer, but Edinburgh beckons and I must return to the city, to the bills and the flatmates, to the filmsoc and the routine. I suppose that a short trip is best, long enough to appreciate the surroundings without being of sufficient duration to become annoying.
Upon arrival at Waverly after a fairly uneventful trip (except for the fact that the seat bookings were completely messed up and that the train was missing Coach B where we were meant to be sitting) I came home to the usual mess of 3F2, and the eternal fun of bills and flatmates. Good to be back.