Ho hum

Recently I moved back into my parents place. It's certainly different than I remember, despite only having been moved out for 6 months.
It's somewhat surprising how much I can tell I've developed in even that short period of time. My attitude towards saving/spending money is a lot more controlled, I'm cleaner, my appetite has grown (quite a scary thought considering how much I ate to begin with) but at the same time I have developed a few odd habits. For example, now at night I constantly check all the doors and windows, even if I know for a fact they are locked.

Now don't get me wrong, I absolutely love this place, being back with the parents is fantastic, I get a lot of freedom most wouldn't, and the relationship I have with my mum and her partner is very similar to that which you have with your oldest friend. The downside of course, being that it isn't my space anymore. I can't just invite people over to mooch around, I can't have girls over to stay, people cant just randomly crash after a night out. It's a strange trade off that while having me be a little more mature and also healthy with my eating, is rubbing off on how social I am feeling.
Not to mention it's a bitch of a walk to get back home after a night out! Jesus Christ, that steep hill doesn't half take it out of you after a night of running around a club. Especially when you aren't used to it.

I'm sure this is all just me whinging and moaning, but it's taking some adjusting and it was nice to get this out of my head and onto somewhere that I can no doubt look back at a couple of months from now and regret typing.
I really do rant about some rubbish don't I.