I don't remember feeling so heavy-hearted about leaving home, ever. It's been a Really Great break; I got to spend time with family and friends, eat a lot of good food, go to Singapore, see my dogs again, go shopping without having to multiply everything by three in my head, and didn't have to cook my own meals (or, indeed, do anything remotely responsible at all). It's been so great, it really has, and I'm sad that it's coming to an end. Even the prospect of spending a day in Melbourne before returning to Tassie is doing little to lift my spirits.
After a bit of reflection, I've come to the conclusion that one of the main reasons I'm sad is having to leave people. I realised that this is the last time I'll be seeing people like Jacie and Edmund because, starting next year, I won't be able to come home for winter break -- their summer break, as they're doing uni in the UK. I don't know when I'll next be seeing Janie, either, and I miss her a ton. The whole indefiniteness of it all is scary and kind of frightening. The Internet's great, but there's really nothing like sitting down and talking to someone face-to-face for as long as you want, without having to worry about data running out and stuff.
Also, when I got home, I realised that I had missed my family, but I'd just been too busy to notice. It's something I wouldn't normally admit (it sounds somewhat childish, doesn't it?), but if I can miss my friends, I can definitely miss my family. And I did. I was happy to be home, and I think they were happy to have me back. My parents thoroughly spoiled me, catering (not literally) to my every culinary whim, and I feel like a very blessed brat.
There's also the reluctance to start Sem 2. It's crazy how fast Sem 1 flew by, and it damn near knocked me off my feet. Physio has never been my thing and I didn't do Physics at A-levels, so the avalanche of physics-related Physio content meant it was a very difficult sem for me. Results come out the day after I leave; I don't think I'll be able to check mine till I get to Sara's place in Melbourne, so I am going to be a nervous wreck. Just thinking about it makes me nervous, which is stupid, since I can't do anything about it now!
If it hasn't already hit you, I'm blogging because I'm procrastinating. I'm supposed to be packing at the moment, but it's too depressing, so I'm here instead. It would be wise to start packing soon, as I leave for the airport in a little over twenty-four hours.
Sigh. I don't want to leeeave. ):