#6 - Home to Home

That's it until Tuesday. Bags packed, I'm on my way up the M6 to the North. My first two shifts were interesting to say the least. I've had previous experience on tils so I was trained at front-of-house right away. Unsurprisingly, McDonalds is significantly more fast paced than the small charity shop I used to work at on Sundays. At first it all felt a little overwhelming but I found very quickly that you get into a rhythm with it all. It may be mayhem but it's consistent mayhem.
I was shocked how quickly I settled into my Brummie home as well. I spent most of my time at the flat unpacking junk (I have a reasonable magnitude of junk). Next Tuesday I should be back to give it a deep clean.
At the moment however, I'm back passing through Manchester, then across the Pennines home. I'm curious home many times left I can appreciate them before they become commonplace.
Still, I do pitty my southern friends who get London stations rather than Northern hills, to welcome them home.