Only a week to go until summer…

Current Mood: Alarmed & Sad & Tired

This is a weird experience for me. For the first time ever, I’m dreading the summer holiday. This time next week I’ll be back at my Dad’s house. It’s not that home is particularly terrible: it’s not. It’s just… with shorter holidays, it’s been the case that coming back to Uni has not been too far off. But this is a ridiculously long holiday. 13 or 14 weeks!

I have no idea what I’ll do. I mean, I have friends in Grantham, but that’s half the holiday at most. And I can’t see them ALL the time. I’m also not out to my grandparents, who live next door. So I’ll be referred to as Bernard throughout (else my 4 year old brother might end up telling my grandparents, is presumably everyone’s excuse). I need to come out to them… a few months ago.

London is another half, which could be crappy, considering that I’m still not out to one of my brothers. I need to come out to him as soon as possible. ‘Cause I came out to my mum first, and she’s still yet to EVER call me Lucy. Hopefully, with everyone around knowing, it might happen. I’m not holding my breath though. But I have no friends in London! What will I do there for approximately 5 weeks?!

I’m going to miss everyone so much!

So yeah. I’m feeling crappy at the moment. I wanted to go into more detail about this… but I’m really not in the mood right now. But then, there’s not much more to say, to be honest.