I was also looking forward to nights out in the town, my hometown. I love heading out in Derry after long periods of being away, it always give me that contented sense of nostalgia which I guess will never leave. Unless, that is I decide to stay back in Derry for good.

Each night out always seems to become more and more random and I forget sometimes that people know who I am, but I'm quickly reminded when I head into the city centre.

I've found myself ending up in the Bound for Boston more and more, it feels like everyone I know drinks in there. I particularly enjoy the craic and laid back attitudes most people bring with them.
That said people have been genuinely welcoming no matter where I go but all it takes is for that one eejit to come along and ruin it all.

I was enjoying a Saturday evening pint in the Bound For when I overheard someone repeatedly shout 'faggot,' now it wasn't necessarily the homophobia that bothered me as such, but the guy was wearing a pair of grey cords and had clearly robbed one of Noel Edmonds party shirts.
Upon seeing this I felt there was no need to confront him, he'd obviously been punished enough as it is.....

It seems to be holiday periods for most of my fellow housemates, Ziggy has just returned from LA for the second time, Charley's in the south of France (most likely to be deported, keep an eye out on foreign affairs news broadcasts) and Channelle rang me the other day from Barbados. She asked if it was warm were I was? Little did she know I was preparing to put sand bags up against the front door in case of severe flooding, so I lied and told her I was in a place called 'Eglinton.'

I then spun her a yarn I couldn't talk long as severe heat was causing my mobile to partially melt. To her it sounded somewhere really exotic so kudos to me!

Now I've been away for six years, but even when I left just after turning 19, I was still very much a wee lad in my mammy's eyes. I thought I knew it all, she thought I had a lot to learn.
I'd forgotten just how hard it can be living back at home, after all it's not like my ma run's a bed and breakfast, but isn't that our roles, to make our parents not feel as though they've wasted all that money on groceries? Or to remind them that every now and again the bed sheets in that backroom needs changing?

It's not to say I don't do my bit around the house, just recently I was putting together a bathroom cabinet fixture when she asked 'how did you learn to do that?' At this point I had literally put one screw into a piece of wood and she was completely amazed in the same way I am sure New Yorkers reacted when that shifty magician David Copperfield fooled them all into thinking the statue of Liberty had disappeared, the difference being that I wasn't performing a magic trick! The same thing happens when I suggest to cook for everyone, 'I don't trust anything you eat' my ma say's, hinting that my use of what she describes as 'them oul exotic foods don't really go down well with me' each time she sees me using sundried tomatoes.

Living back at home weather after long stretches from travelling, returning from Uni, on a temporary basis or for good, might have it's disadvantages, but they are small prices compared to the luxeries we really do take for granted. My new years resoloution was to try and enjoy a relaxing and stress free start to the year, ill stick to the same tradition next year, that is if I'm not living at home of course.
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