There is nothing going on here. My friends are either not back yet, or they’re working too hard for exams. Choir and orchestra and cell have yet to start up again, as have the other things I’ve yet to join (more on that later). The house is cold, my housemates are stressed, and I am not working well here.
So it shouldn’t feel like a cop-out that later today I am getting on a train and heading homewards, with a lot less stuff than last time, until much closer to my exam. When I get back, I will do the exam, and then we will all have a lot more time for one another, and I will have a social life again. Until that point, thanks all the same, I’d rather have cats, and a warming fire (even if it is only a gas fire) and freeview, and parents, and home.
All in all this year has yet to become all it was cracked up to be.