Most of the time, when I’m back home in London, it’s a chance to catch my breath and reflect on events that have gone by, in addition to be massively lazy. Since going to University, trips back here have been infrequent and quite strange and mundane. More often than not, I’ve always found it disgustingly boring here and couldn’t wait to get back to Brighton, where a five mile smile would spread itself across my face once I was back.

Being here for five days now with swine flu has made me realise a few things, other than the fact I’m suffering from insomnia, the apex of my thoughts has led me to this conclusion: I am a PUSSY! I mean, in a year I decided to try living like a nomad, went travelling around India by myself, took my first solo plane journey to LA to get my heart broken, spent almost an entire year of University homeless, befriended a pack of American people and would be able to walk alone into a room full of strangers and walk out with a new network of friends. There was no such thing as ‘impossible’ or anything like that, only exciting challenges and obstacles to overcome.
Now, I’m sitting in bed afraid to go back to big, bad Brighton because Mummy and Daddy won’t be there to wait hand and foot on me and I’ll actually have to leave the house to do things including schoolwork. Sort it out, dude!

I remember my Uncle in India telling me one of the most profound things I’ve ever heard: “It’s easy to go up, hard to come down.” That’s certainly the case here. After a month of all this lying about doing nothing for everything, it’s all become too easy and the thought of actually having to make an effort for anything is daunting and a little scary. Coming back for a week has only made this extremely apparent to me. I’m not opposed to the idea of having a nice bed to lie in as food is put in front of me, but dammit, what happened to the challenge and excitement of life?! The thrill of tomorrow and the potential of today?! You lost it, boy. Go get it back.

I think it’s about time I popped this here bubble and put my feet on solid ground. Get busy living, or get busy dying, right? Also, I think I’ll ignore the fact I spent/wasted most of today updating this very site I’m confessing my lack of  a life to. I just gotta geek out sometimes!!