#lifedecisions

Ah, retail therapy. Life is good.
- striped top: tick
- ankle strap wedges: tick
- tea: tick (multiple)
- glasses: tick

Honestly, these holidays have only further highlighted how shit in comparison life is back down south. I'm just gonna say it: I'm 80% sure that I want to come back here for my clinical years. What is weird is the fact that I've made a life decision that affects someone else - namely E. But I think I've made the right decision - being closer to my family is a definite bonus, especially with my mother's health and disabled brother turning into a surly teenager. I mean that literally - he actually ignores you if you try and talk to him, which is funny because I'd expect a normal seventeen year old boy to be sullen and shit, except he looks like he's eight or something.
Another example: when I got back from the airport and was putting my suitcase into the boot of the car (our car is a hatchback, so the back is connected with the boot), he was sitting in his booster seat and mum was like "Say hi," and my kid (sorry, teenage) brother simply stuck his hand up in the air and was like "Hi," without even turning around. I lol'd a wee bit internally because it's like a seventeen year old stuck in the body of an eight year old.
But I think my parents have been genuinely quite happy to have both my sister and I home for the holidays - even my normally emotionally reserved father has deigned to change his Facebook status, which is a bit cute. Except I obviously didn't tell him that.

What is even more weird is the fact that my parents are okay with the fact that I would like to flat with E. in my fifth year. They are also okay with me travelling with him. It was cute finding my mum trying to teach my brother how to say E.'s name and it just scared me slightly - like, this is it: you've made a decision for the rest of your life because your family has accepted him now too. Not that it's a bad thing - it was just like, whoa. Life decision made.