At last...

I get to go home. Just for a little bit.

The train I want leaves in eleven and a half hours.

And although I'm going home for a memorial service for my Guide Leader on Monday, for which I've been asked to write something (and believe me, that has screwed up my whole week. I was meant to be doing coursework and then that popped up and I ground to a halt and couldn't concentrate on a thing. Too late to ask for an extension, too close to the deadline to relax and try and get my head sorted before I had to work again... Never mind) I can't wait to be back home again. Sure, it's going to be absolutely miserable at points and I'm probably going to spend a fair amount of time in tears, but I do not want to be here any more.

Eleven and a half hours. I should pack.