23:15

Last weekend I was able to return home to visit my family for a few days. Though it was a short ‘long weekend’, it was definitely worth it to travel 5.5 hours home and back just to see them. I miss simple home comforts now and again so quick bursts of home satisfy my yearnings.

I am thankful for time with family and friends and the rare times I get to return home. It makes me cherish those times all the more.

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22:44

An emergency trip home to visit my grandma in hospital has been the wake up call that I needed. I have been so engrossed in my own matters, my own satisfactions, and my own pleasures, that I have forgotten the things which are most important.

Hearing about the difficulties of my grandma’s operation and hospital stay brought to reality how much I had neglected my own family. Throughout the summer I have been out watching shows, getting dinner with my friends after work, visiting European countries without telling my family… the list goes on.

While I prefer to withdraw myself from people for my own comfort, I do not always remember to check in with my family. I have realised how selfish this is, how my recluse ways are not ideal, and how this affects my own mental health. As I live 300+ miles away from my immediate family, it is very important that I alter my thinking (not only for my family’s sake but also my own).

22:15

In between all the family gatherings and friend feasts I have finally had an evening to myself since I travelled home for the holidays. I had an early and quiet dinner with my mum and my brother before soaking in a hot bath.

As work keeps me busy during the day I have gotten used to having the evenings to myself. I do not mind having the odd event where I need to be out of the house longer than usual, but for the most part I like to be showered and ready for bed by 21:30! The work lifestyle has got me in a set routine, so once the holidays hit it was quite a shock.

As visits home go by so quickly, it makes sense to cram them as to make the most of my time. It has been lovely to catch up with relatives and friends over the past few days. As I do not know the next time I will be able to travel home I shall endeavour to fill my days a little more!

21:51

It is almost the time of year where I get to travel home! Working life is completely different to studying life. I have only a limited number of days for my Winter break now whereas my student semester break seemed almost endless. Tomorrow I will be taking the train back to my home town to visit my family and friends. I will be working a half day before travelling for a half day. The feeling of not returning to work untilv the new year is a good one!

23:40

My last post was 5 days ago… I see that my aim to keep this blog updated is not being fulfilled. It has also been a while since my last original post.

My father was in town today so we had a catch up over a sushi lunch, relaxed at home in the afternoon, had a chilled out dinner and then I took him to the train station. My father travels around the UK for his work but he is no longer based in Edinburgh so I do not often get the chance to see him. As with anyone who has moved away from home; a big city can be a lonely place. I am thankful for the relatives that I have here and also for the opportunities to spend with my immediate family.

As a teenager I always wondered what it would be like to move away from home. I pondered on how my life would be without my parents watching my every move, and not having to be bothered by my brothers. Now looking back I see that those times may have been easier, and that I should have cherished those times when my whole family was together in one household. It is funny how things change.

00:06

Working in a takeaway has taught me many things; one of which is tolerance.

The saying, ‘The customer is always right’ is only sometimes correct in the food industry. People feel entitled to free food, people can be rude and demanding, and people can complain like there is no tomorrow.

At the end of the day the business I work in consists of 3 people: my uncle, my aunty and I. I take the orders (either over the phone or in person), give these to my aunt and uncle in the kitchen, and they cook the food. I receive money from the customers, then help pack the food up in the kitchen, and bring the food to the customer. When there are delivery orders my aunty drives there herself leaving only my uncle and I in the shop. It is a small business and is family run. When I am not available to help them out; my cousin works. The business is lacking in staff but we get by.

Thus I find it frustrating when people do not seem to appreciate the hard work that is put into providing (what seems to them to be a simple) service.

Of course I cannot express my annoyance or frustrations at the customers but need to internalise these thoughts. I have learnt to tolerate people who may act rudely and not let others’ misdemeanours affect my service. Luckily there are more pleasant customers than unpleasant, who appreciate the time and efforts put into preparing and making their food. As with any job there comes a learning process, and learning to tolerate customers is a valuable skill which will benefit me in the future.

23:13

I was speaking to my cousin recently about my studies and the following phrase came up in conversation:

‘We’re all proud of you.’

This was such a genuine and unexpected surprise, and a lovely one at that. Never have I thought in my 3.5 years of studying that other people would be proud of my achievements and my efforts in education, so it was really encouraging to hear those words.

Usually when I come home for the holidays people will ask me how my studies are going and I will answer simply and succinctly. However when my cousin asked me she delved a little deeper and took interest in my studies, and in my upcoming dissertation.  Having been through the university system herself, she knows the struggles of being a student and the workload that comes with it.

I really appreciate these words from my cousin and I will cherish them when I feel stressed and under pressure.

22:55

After ringing in the new year by watching fireworks with friends in The Meadows, we headed up to a friend’s house to play card games and Monopoly. These games ended up lasting till 4am and everyone went home joyful yet sleepy.

On Friday I travelled back to my hometown of Market Harborough to spend some time with my family and friends before returning to my studies. I got to see my two young nieces and also meet my newborn nephew today, definitely a happy moment! It was good to catch up with my cousins and friends as I have not been back in half a year. I have a family dinner tomorrow so more catch ups and laughter to come!

01:46

I never thought much about being the middle child or the only daughter. In primary school lessons we were asked about what it was like to be the eldest child, middle child or youngest child, and I never had anything to comment on. My brothers and I were always treated similarly and that was probably due to the close age gap we have. My older brother is only 1 year and 8 months older, and my younger brother, 1 year 1 month 1 week and 1 day younger. No one was ever the favourite or least favourite, and I think that is how it should be in a family.

The three of us get on well now in our twenties and we always have, even from young. Of course as siblings go, we have our arguments (both big and small) but they are always resolved within a few hours. We know that built up anger is easily dispersed in time. There are similarities between us and differences as well. We share a similar sarcastic sense of humour with a love for Friends, The Big Bang Theory and Mock The Week, yet our food preferences differ wildly.

I used to see other children playing with their sisters and wish for a sister of my own. However, as I grew older I realised God had granted me two wonderful brothers worth more than any sister could fill. They taught me how to be fiercely competitive, how to stick up for myself and how to eat like a pig. While obviously we have matured (to an extent) I still hold those tomboy-ish attitudes close to my heart. Something my brothers and I often do is randomly hit/punch/kick each other (particularly when we’re all at home together). This is not something to hurt or injure the other party; but simply to annoy. While to others it may seem strange, it is something we have done all our lives and is our own little way of communicating, ‘I am glad you’re home.’

My brothers work hard at what they do and for some reason I am beaming with pride today. I hope I can make them just as proud when I graduate at the end of this upcoming academic year!