I've been home almost two months now, and as all penniless 28 year old gypsies do after they've been gallavanting all over the world - i've moved back in with my parents. And i'm going slowly insane.
I guess the main difference i'm noticing is that i appear to be reverting back into my teenage-self. Calls between upstairs and out in the backyard somewhere of MAAAAAAAAAAAH-UUUUM! echo through the suburbs.
So balance in the universe has once again been restored, and I am Kimmy again, more than ever.
And I hate it... but try as i might, i cant shake any of it.
6 years ago