Homesick

It's been about 18 months since I got in my mum's car, the last of my things from my little house boxed up in her boot, and drove away from the city where I had spent the previous four years. The whole process of moving whilst finishing up at uni was nothing short of hell, so a big part of me felt relieved as I left Sheffield that day.

Since moving to Lincoln last summer, I've tried so hard to settle. But the truth is, Sheffield is home to me. It was the city where I did all of my growing up. I'm pretty homesick.

I'm homesick for city life. For finding quirky vintage shops on every corner. For knowing there'll always be a bus home until midnight. For wandering through Tudor Square during the summer and finding documentary festivals, summer events and something different every week. I'm homesick for cute coffee shops providing a refreshing change from my standard Starbucks.

I'm homesick for being less than five minutes away from my best friends. For being a city which has beautiful parks and green spaces right on the doorsteps for lazy summer days.

I'm homesick for climbing the steps at the back of the train station for the gorgeous view of the city at the top... But my lungs almost exploding in the process. I'm homesick for the Yorkshire accent and random conversations with kind strangers at the bus stop, and it being a travesty to be served PG Tips instead of Yorkshire tea.

I'm homesick for seeing the Arts Tower from the edge of the city and how you can know the streets like the back of your hand, but there's always something new to discover.

I'm just homesick.

Love,
Sian xo