You take in a long breath of crisp autumn air. Finally you’ve reached you’re destination, after a 7 hour flight and hours’ worth of driving you’re back.
Standing on the spot and slowly turning around in a circle you take in the whole suburban street, from the autumnal trees, mowed lawns and parked cars of your old neighbour. Walking around to the boot of your Honda Civic you glance up at the four bedroom house. From the outside at least it seems like not much has changed during the three years you’ve been away at Uni. Sighing and rubbing your forehead in small circles you think, England was a great experience but home is where the heart is.
Wanting to get in the house you waste no more time and turn around. Opening the boot of your car you start to pull out some luggage strapping the smaller bags over your shoulder. Redirecting your gaze back up at the house, you notice how quiet it is. You can only hope that someone’s in to greet you, and take some off the weight off, they should be expecting you today after all.
Walking the best you can, up the path to the front door while overloaded with baggage is no mean feat, but eventually you reach the steps, knock on the front door and wait.
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