So I said Loughborough would never be home.

I was wrong. Like, reaaaally wrong.

I go home tomorrow for Christmas, and all week I've been waiting for it to end, so I could get on and out of here.

And now, when the hour of home-ness is so close, I've realised something. Something kinda important, too.

Loughborough is home.

A different type of home to the one I grew up in, but all the same. Somewhere I belong.

For all it's cold-ness, hard work and, uh, cold-ness I'm going to miss not being here. A lot.

So here it is.

My confession.

I was wrong. Completely. Utterly. Totally.

Loughborough has become, is, and forever will be from now, home to me.

Who saw that coming, huh?

'Cause sure as anything, I didn't. Not until it crept up and hit me like a steam train, that is.

[Grin].