The Longest Ever

Today marks 7 weeks. The longest I have ever been away from my comfortable home, crazy siblings and wonderful parents. My London mum bought me a pack of Easter eggs this morning "for surviving and staying".
They're yummy and scrumptious, but they are incapable of filling a void.
I am content! My life is busy and full. And I've only cried twice (not including right now).

But I do miss home. I miss being able to say whatever comes in to my head. I miss bossing my brothers around. I miss dressing baby 3 in the morning and showing him where to put his dirty pj's. I miss doing baby 5's hair in piggy-tails and buying her funky new outfits. I miss the grunts my teenage brothers would give when asked "how was your day?" "did you do anything apart from school?" "Do you want the rest of my milkshake?"
I miss those rare bear hugs I would give my dad when he'd walk in from a stressful day at work, wearied from the responsibilities of life. The long talks about life over chocolate and peppermint tea with mum. Wise words from my older sister.
Having my younger sisters sit on the foot of my bed, seeking council on how to deal with boy problems and handing me Uni assignments to check before their submission.
I miss Max Brenner dates with my adorable friends.
Sitting on lounge room floors, eating pizza and sipping Vodka and cokes while discussing the highs and lows of life. What we aspire to be, and how we're going to get there.

I've never felt so alone, and I've never felt so alive!!!!