Home is where the heart is, or so they say

Okay so here goes my first real post, be kind.
Anyone who remotely knows me will know that I'm an over-emotional cry baby, this fact coupled with some of the biggest life changes I've experienced have left me a little raw and since I'm now a believer in the "talking helps" attitude I thought I'd share my struggle!
As my undergrad days were drawing to a close I was most certainly petrified of leaving my pals but weirdly enough I wasn't phased by the fact that I'd be leaving the place I'd just spent three of the most important years of my life. It didn't hit me until after graduation, that was it, I had almost no ties to the place I'd avoided calling home for three years. Since then I've taken a couple of trips back and the feeling of "I'm home" incorrectly washed over me as I drove the familiar roads, ate in familiar restaurants and drank in the usual uni bars.
At the moment I'm living at home with my parents, whilst as great as it is to be back something is preventing me from settling. See my issue is that I still haven't fully come to terms with the fact that I'm not going back to uni (how long does it take to accept?!), but also I have high expectations of myself and my future in a years time I'm aiming to be on a graduate scheme based in London and I think the knowledge that I'm only home for a year is holding me back from calling home "home". It's a shame because my family are fab and some of my closest pals are here but I can't fight the overwhelming feeling that I don't belong here.
I really hope I haven't been too depressing, my next blog will be about how much I love nail varnish or something but I just needed to share this!
U x