Back Up North

Though I constantly complain about it being hot and humid up north, every time I've travelled up here, it's rained. Like today. Good thing it didn't pour on me as I got off the train, otherwise that would've been a bitch to handle. I was already having difficulty holding on to all my luggage. My mother decided to pack me a whole bunch of crap I'm not quite sure I need, and when I had my backpack on I effectively doubled in size. Then I had another bag packed with a heavy-ass textbook, which would've gone in my backpack if my mother didn't already stuff it full. Then she gave me another container which weighed like 10kg to carry, and it was packed full of food. Sure, it was good food, but I reached the conclusion that I'd rather not eat and not carry anything up. I contemplated just leaving all the food behind, but I did not want to endure the rage that would ensue after such an action.

I feel sort of guilty, by complaining about the weight of the food someone went to the trouble of making for me especially. I mean, I did tell her not to make stuff...

Gah, I'm a jerk. Travelling with so much crap was difficult, but I do appreciate it.

Now that I'm sitting in my usual place in my rented house, I realize that I miss the concept of a home. When I went back for Easter, my parents weren't being colossal pains--- which was something I haven't had since I don't remember when. I'm sure they put in effort to not annoy me because I was only back for such a short time, but already I'm considering moving back post-graduation. I have to constantly remind myself not to fall back into the trap of "food which magically appears", because the trade-off is massive.

Anyway, night's getting late, and I'm on my own again. Though I could technically sleep whenever I want, I'll just call it a night. I haven't done much except for sitting on buses/coaches/trains all day, but travelling is tiring, okay?

I really should go explore this town more. Maybe I'll start to like it.