Home Sweet Home... well kind of

Last week I went home for the Easter holidays, well kind of. I went to my parents house, however it was my first trip there. The last time I went to my parents house they lived in sight of the Scottish boarders however this time they were a stones throw from London. I flew home from the island on the Sunday afternoon after being at church in the morning. Monday was a quiet day of sorting my room making it actually look like a usable bedroom and learning were everything belonged. Tuesday was a day I had been looking forward to for a while. My mum and I went into central London to go shopping and to see Wicked which was amazing, it was the first time that I have seen a show on the westend and I was very impressed. I have been to the theater quite a few times but never in London and you can definitely tell the difference. The only complaint that I had was that it was really really hot and the theater had no air-conditioning, the benefit of this was that we had ice-cream in the interval. The next day I headed back into London to meet a friend of mine from university. We went to convent garden and then bought stuff for a picnic which we then ate in St Jame's park. We then did all the sights while watching the police and workmen set up for the royal wedding the next week. The rest of the week was mainly family time which was great as we haven't all been together for about eighteen months, and it could be another eighteen before we all are again. By the end of the week the house was beginning to feel more like home as I began to learn where things lived. Having moved so frequently home has become the place where my belongings are, and where my family are and right now that is my parents house