January 2011
12 posts
lessons learnt
Isha: why are you so hungover
Me: I don't know especially as we drank drink for drink
Isha: Well I am younger than you
I can’t believe how the weeks have flown by since the epic Christmas trip home. I was so lucky to be able to catch up with so many different groups of friends and family and was reminded that even though I am so far away it just reminded me distance doesn’t break those bonds. Although it has made it somewhat harder to get through those January blues.
It started in London
Where you get to drink G&T’s on the train, stay out dancing until 3 am and still get a kebab on the way home
Where they have really really old pubs
Where Sunday lunch for 10 at 2pm ends at 2am in an underground curry house
Where a few vin chauds can lead to a lot of giggles
Where you can carry beers from bar to bar and get to know your friends neighborhoods and...
Not enough Manchester
I was meant to spend just under a week in Manchester, Manchester is where I am from and I think it will always feel like like home. My oldest friends are in Manchester, some of my favorite food is in Manchester (yes this is a priority), I still have family in Manchester basically there was a lot of plans for Manchester. Unfortunately my Nannie got very sick but fortunately I was able to rush over...
Yorrrrkkkkshire
After an emotional start to Christmas week Nannie started to get better then poorly again then better again and she seems to like this cycle as long as she comes up from the downs we are happy. The good part was she was allowed out for her 90th birthday on Christmas day
I also go to hang out a lot longer with my family which is kind of the whole reason for going home
There was movie...
One last night
Due to this lack of ability to handle snow storms I was managed to squeeze in one last night in Manc. Even after everybody’s mad Christmas’s my friends managed to to get it up for one last night of drinks and what’s better than having a friend with a bar in their house
And then it was over, back to C-bus with another 3 years stamped in my passport, an emotional...