Home sweet home

Yes, I am back home. Got back yesterday and it's the weirdest feeling. It's like I've had nearly 3 months of crazy adventures, learning and moving around and come back home to find things unchanged. My sister's still busy with school work, my parents are working on the house, my friends are doing the same jobs and going out in the same places, my gran is still in bed. I'm not saying this in a negative way, I don't expect people to change as much as I try to. It's weird, I find comfort in routine, and I don't mind staying in the same place for a long time, but at the same time, there is always this urge in me to set off, to see, to move, to escape? I really hope that it is my desire to roam the world and not a futile sense of escapism that provokes this feelings in me. I guess I don't really know what to do with myself now. The weather's crap so I can't be outside, and there's barely any time before I take off again, so I feel I can't start anything of any weight.
I'm going to do some cooking, and make the most of the kitchen, now that I can use it as I wish, without worrying about using up expensive ingredients, or using the oven.
The last couple of days at Melissa's weren't that bad. Jenny and I tried to be civilised and ignore Melissa's mood swings and constant vigilation. But Jenny was getting ill and that made the work less bearable, especially when Melissa would shout at us for not herding the goats correctly. They just went everywhere and started eating random bushes, I found it pretty funny. Melissa didn't. Then there was another moment when I dropped a cheese in the cheese room and attempted to pretend like nothing had happened and to top it all up, I didn't check one of the milk buckets and did not realise it was overflowing with milk after having poured a new batch in it. Melissa didn't like this at all. But her words made me laugh, especially since I knew that was my last day there. She said "Do you think this is a game? If you're not more attentive and don't check on things constantly, then things can turn into a catastrophe!". Yes Melissa.
My parents turned up, attempted to make polite conversation, to no avail. Looked at my room, suffered for me, and were happy to take me away from there as soon as possible. We went to Minerve for dinner, and took Jenny with us, promising Melissa we would [reluctantly] return her.
We went back to the Bed and Breakfast near Carcassonne in which I'd worked at, and stayed there for 2 nights. Oh how good was that breakfast. Pain au chocolat, cereal, croissants, juice, yogurts, waffles, melon, cereal bread, home made jam, fresh coffee. Mmmm, no cheese in sight.