And then came the rain...

It's hard keeping up with this Project 365 thingy! I've been busy moving and packing, but I have finally found some time for an update... so here it is...

Day 2

This is the spider that lives in my bathroom. He's rather big, but I'm not scared by him. He seems to stay only in the corner by the washing machine. He's been there for weeks. We have an agreement. He doesn't crawl over my face while I'm asleep, and I leave the bathroom window open so he can have flies to munch on. I really should name him, but I can only think of Boris. Boris was the spider that used to live outside the window of my grandparents house. For years. I'm sure there were several spiders called Boris. So I can't really call him Boris, as he's not on a window. See the dilemma? So, this is a photo of the spider with no name, who is pretty much my flatmate at the moment.

Day 3

Apologies for this one, it was taken on my mobile. It's of some boys playing football in my local park. It was the last forecast day of sunshine. The end of the Swansea Summer. We've had a good run this year. Usually it only lasts a week, and then, just rain. Rain, rain, rain. And more rain. Yep, the rain has started.

Day 4

This is also taken in my local park. Someone has carved tree stumps in to mushrooms. There are a few dotted randomly around the place. I like random acts of art in the places you least expect it.

Day 5

This is a photo of an earthworm in a puddle. There are lots of puddles in Swansea at the moment. This picture got me wondering if earthworms can swim. So I did a bit of research, and courtesy of Wikipedia, I found out... that they can't. Which now leaves me with the guilt of being a worm murderer, having walked away and left this worm to wriggle to its puddley death. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have committed wormicide. The shame.

Project 365... my attempt

Inspired by something my friend is doing, I have decided to try the same thing. The plan is to take one photo every day for a year. Hopefully my photography will get better, and I should end up with some crazy photos and hopefully a good collection...

So...

Day 1

This picture was taken in the early hours of this morning. This is my soon-to-be housemate Liz and our amazing cheesecake. It was our first attempt ever at making cheesecake, and it turned out to be a great success. It has strawberries and raspberries on the top. Liz did manage to turn it in to an acrobatic cheesecake when trying to remove it from the tin, but it survived and we enjoyed it very much.

Wherever I lay my hat...

Once again, a realisation has crept up on me. You know, one of those big ones that makes you stop whatever it is that you're doing and shake your head in disbelief. I shall explain...

I've been at home in Surrey this week. Well, for about 2 days anyway. I came down to visit Carys and Hannah as a joint birthday celebration (theirs, not mine)/reunion. We went to Thorpe Park, it was a truly great day. Much fun was had, many pictures were taken. It was great meeting up with them again as well. It had been just under a year since the three of us were together. Way too long. I spent the night at Carys's flat in London, and the next day we went to St James's Park and ate sushi, drank cider, and mucked around and took more photos. As you do.

So, I arrived home yesterday, pleasantly worn out, a bit sweaty from the journey home, but all in all rather content. And... my house seems different. I guess that happens when you move away. Things change. Not huge big things, but small things. A new cabinet in the living room. A new fridge/freezer combo. Parents have a new routine in the evenings, and are actually going out. My baby brother is actually looking like the teenager he now is.

Then, about 10 minutes ago, it hit me. Smack bang in the face. This isn't my home anymore. Not in the sense of "this is where I belong" home. I mean, I'll always have a place here, it's where I grew up. But it isn't where I belong anymore. I have to admit that I do feel like a guest when I visit. It's usually a case of find me a place to sleep now that my sister has moved back home. And all of my things that aren't in the attic are reduced to a drawer and half a chest in "my" bedroom. I'm going to look through them later, bring on the nostalgia. But anyways, this has all got me to thinking about where my place in the world actually is. Where do I belong? I love living in Swansea, it's more home for me now. But I can't see myself living there forever. So... where will I belong? And how long will I have to wait to find out?