The one thing I’ve noticed about being on the opposite side of the world than your friends and family is that you miss the little things.
I miss waking up and having people always around.
I miss seeing my friends whenever I want.
I miss going round to my nanas house for scrambled egg on toast.
I miss asda and tesco.
I miss shopping in English clothes shops.
I miss Jaffa cakes.
I miss people thinking my accent was normal because it’s their accent too.
I miss my uni friends.
I miss having support with everything I did, no matter what it was.
I miss Christmas at home.
I miss everyone’s birthdays.
I miss Manchester.
I miss the life I once had.