This is obviously a little late for a post (0042 in the 24 hour clock, which is what I am having to translate everyday). So in keeping with my tradition of lists (Tradition? It's only been 5 days!), I'll make note of the top 10 happenings of the day:
1. Rode the bus for the first time and quickly learned that drinks were not allowed, having to throw away my 2-minute old, still mostly full cafe latte from the coffee shop on the corner.
2. Discovered that Bus 23 is where I will be spending much of my time. It goes from my school campus, past my flat, and into the city centre...the three most important locations in Edinburgh.
3. I noticed on the weather map that it was due to rain today, so I took my umbrella with me to the orientation meeting. Well, as with any "New Person Meeting," we were given mountains of information to take home and read, so I was juggling purses, folders, and Bella the Umbrella. We decided to go into the city centre between the morning and afternoon sessions of the meeting. We got off the bus to drop off all our stuff. It was clear and sunny out - no rain cloud in sight - so I left Bella behind. Upon leaving the afternoon session, it was about 20 degrees cooler and raining. Figures. Thus, the umbrella still sits dry in my room.
4. We rode the bus to the city centre and I saw all that Edinburgh is famous for for the very first time since I arrived. The Edinburgh Castle and the Holyrood Palace, and we even took a stroll through Old Town. Pictures tomorrow hopefully.
5. I am beginning to narrow down which classes I'll be taking, starting next Monday. I'm only allowed three courses, and I'm considering a range of design classes (or modules, as they call them here), a branding class, an entrepreneur class, and a couple publishing classes.
6. This post is turning out longer than anticipated...my bed is calling to me.
7. We had an American night home in the flat, going to the grocery on the way home (that's right, I left off "store," which is apparently the correct referral to all shops full of food) and purchased some noodles, sauce, cheese, and bread. We made spaghetti in a tiny pot from a thrift store and had to strategically use our few utensils in the correct order so we could all have something other than our hands to eat with.
8. Note: Scottish butter is AMAZINGLY TASTEFUL. Scottish milk is AMAZINGLY THICK.
9. The "we" is referring to myself, my flatmates Alayna and Jennifer, and Kristen from Flat #6. All American-bred.
10. "We" ended the night talking about boyfriends, fiances, our favorite books, fake foreign accents, and Ben & Jerry's. We also went on a late night outing which involved a quick spy on the German party downstairs, chatting with a drunk Asian, and a short hunt for some good ice cream. Unfortunately, the only places open on a Monday night in Edinburgh are Chinese restaurants. Literally. Even our neighbour, the Golf Tavern, was already closed for business. Those Chinese must STILL not be adjusted to Greenwich Time.
11. Ok, one more... Jennifer and Kristen, we soon discovered, are also die-hard fans of McDreamy and the drama at Seattle Grace (Grey's Anatomy for you, non-fans). We finally found the premiere online and huddled around Jennifer's computer for 85 minutes of pure televised joy. Except the video messed up around 80 minutes...did Hahn and Cally hook up?
12. For realsies, last one. One of the staff who spoke at the orientation meeting could have easily passed as an al Qaeda operative. His long straggly beard went nicely with his wrinkly skin, over-sized thick glasses, stringy dark gray hair, and quite a tall stature. But upon introducing himself to the auditorium of 100 plus students from all over the globe, he assured us (and acknowledged the pink elephant standing in the middle of the room) that no, in fact, he was NOT an international terrorist. We could relax. A prime ice breaker.
9.30.2008
9.28.2008
lazy sunday
I found my church today :)
Eikon Edinburgh. www.eikonedinburgh.com
It's a very small church made up of about 30 twenty-somethings from all over the world. Ireland, Scotland, America, Finland, Canada, the list goes on. They believe in a simple philosophy: connecting people to each other and to God. They are by far the most interesting church I have ever encountered, and the most welcoming service I have ever attended. Very few awkward moments. As you all know how I am with my lists, here are my reasons for immediately falling in love with this hodge-podge group of believers and the church they planted only 18 short months ago:
1. The service was held in a movie theater filled with leather couches. Took me back...
2. Clementine bread was out with the coffee and tea to enjoy.
3. When I first walked in the door, the pastor was the one arranging the couches for service.
4. All Powerpoints were run from the pastor's Mac simply hooked up to a projector.
5. The worship service consisted of a woman leading us in a capella songs while we all patted our laps to the voices.
6. The worship leader said "sucks" from the pulpit, while one of the pastor's illustrations used another choice word.
7. The church bulletin included a Sudoku puzzle.
8. During the sermon, the pastor invited us to join in on the topic with a discussion.
9. The daughter and wife were extremely generous in helping find my way to my school campus after service for an orientation meeting in the afternoon; to the point of finding someone to give me a ride right up to the door of the campus, to avoid the confusion of buses.
10. I met a woman from Chicago who graduated from Evangel University, in Spring-vegas, Missouri in 1992. That's when I knew I was home.
Needless to say, I'll be back.
After making a quick appearance at the orientation meeting and soon discovering it was a bucket of information I had already heard, a girl, who I met on Day 1, and I walked back to our flats together. I told her about Eikon, and she seemed very interested. Back in her home in Louisiana, she also attends an AG church. She is planning to join me next Sunday. Oh, and she is also newly engaged and getting married in May. Who knew.
Our last flatmate arrived today. Jennifer from Minnesota, ay. Amidst a long discussion about our travels, another flatmate, Alayna from "Jersey," casually threw out in conversation that she couldn't get comfortable on the plane because she has 2 steel rods in her back.
"What did you just say?"
She repeated it, and got that face that said, oh great I have to explain it to these people.
"I have 2 steel rods in MY back," I told her.
"No way."
"Yes way."
We both smiled and knew immediately that this was just plain weird. We high-fived and at the same time said, "Spinal Fusion!"
And then 7:00pm rolled around (that's 1:00pm for you Midwesterners), and I finally got to Skype with my handsome fiance for the first time since I arrived :) It was so good to see his face and those funny expressions that are unmistakeably his.
And now, I am sitting at my desk, trying to find a website that will let me watch Grey's Anatomy (and by the way, my other flatmates are Grey's and Lost fans as well, praise-a-lujah), while sipping hot camomile tea from a mug I threw on the wheel myself. Just another lazy Sunday here in the Burgh.
Eikon Edinburgh. www.eikonedinburgh.com
It's a very small church made up of about 30 twenty-somethings from all over the world. Ireland, Scotland, America, Finland, Canada, the list goes on. They believe in a simple philosophy: connecting people to each other and to God. They are by far the most interesting church I have ever encountered, and the most welcoming service I have ever attended. Very few awkward moments. As you all know how I am with my lists, here are my reasons for immediately falling in love with this hodge-podge group of believers and the church they planted only 18 short months ago:
1. The service was held in a movie theater filled with leather couches. Took me back...
2. Clementine bread was out with the coffee and tea to enjoy.
3. When I first walked in the door, the pastor was the one arranging the couches for service.
4. All Powerpoints were run from the pastor's Mac simply hooked up to a projector.
5. The worship service consisted of a woman leading us in a capella songs while we all patted our laps to the voices.
6. The worship leader said "sucks" from the pulpit, while one of the pastor's illustrations used another choice word.
7. The church bulletin included a Sudoku puzzle.
8. During the sermon, the pastor invited us to join in on the topic with a discussion.
9. The daughter and wife were extremely generous in helping find my way to my school campus after service for an orientation meeting in the afternoon; to the point of finding someone to give me a ride right up to the door of the campus, to avoid the confusion of buses.
10. I met a woman from Chicago who graduated from Evangel University, in Spring-vegas, Missouri in 1992. That's when I knew I was home.
Needless to say, I'll be back.
After making a quick appearance at the orientation meeting and soon discovering it was a bucket of information I had already heard, a girl, who I met on Day 1, and I walked back to our flats together. I told her about Eikon, and she seemed very interested. Back in her home in Louisiana, she also attends an AG church. She is planning to join me next Sunday. Oh, and she is also newly engaged and getting married in May. Who knew.
Our last flatmate arrived today. Jennifer from Minnesota, ay. Amidst a long discussion about our travels, another flatmate, Alayna from "Jersey," casually threw out in conversation that she couldn't get comfortable on the plane because she has 2 steel rods in her back.
"What did you just say?"
She repeated it, and got that face that said, oh great I have to explain it to these people.
"I have 2 steel rods in MY back," I told her.
"No way."
"Yes way."
We both smiled and knew immediately that this was just plain weird. We high-fived and at the same time said, "Spinal Fusion!"
And then 7:00pm rolled around (that's 1:00pm for you Midwesterners), and I finally got to Skype with my handsome fiance for the first time since I arrived :) It was so good to see his face and those funny expressions that are unmistakeably his.
And now, I am sitting at my desk, trying to find a website that will let me watch Grey's Anatomy (and by the way, my other flatmates are Grey's and Lost fans as well, praise-a-lujah), while sipping hot camomile tea from a mug I threw on the wheel myself. Just another lazy Sunday here in the Burgh.
9.27.2008
my new neighbourhood, with a "u"
The gothic church on the north side of my block.Sorry for the crappy quality of image.
So today I did some shopping, still on the hunt for some toilet paper and Kleenex. Got some food finally for my flat. Some honey-nutty-fibery-branny cereal (looks like owl pellets, but tastes pretty good), a liter of milk (NOT gallon), some Ramen-wannabes, familiar Ritz crackers, camomile tea, and a ginormous orange. The milk kind of tastes/looks/feels like whole milk. Very thick and creamy. Half and half-like. Got some dishes and "cuterly" (silverware). More hangers for my clothes. A roll of tape (some assembly required) to hang photos, now it feels like my room :) Oh yes, and an alarm clock to confuse my body's clock some more.
Two more flat mates arrived, both Americans, from Connecticut and New Jersey. Me and Jersey went to eat dinner at a TOTALLY ADORABLE cafe next door to our flat called Katie's Diner. Eight tables total, and the wall were filled with New York City photos and memoribilia, though everyone there was clearly Scottish. I had "Garlicky Chicken," as the menu read. It was quite delicious, the first real meal I've had. Nothing garlicky about it though, just a pool of butter. I also tried a new soft drink, which I was instructed to try before I left this cozy city. "Irn Bru" is it's name. It's like a bubble gum-orange-lemony soda. Very refreshing and yummy. I will most definitely order it again. Apparently Edinburgh is the ONLY place in the world you will find it. The sweet 60-something waitress wanted to make sure I liked it before she left our tiny table :) I did. When we were finished, we eventually figured out we had to ask for the check. It came on a nice little plate, hand written ticket. Felt very fancy and old-fashioned. We weren't sure about tipping--I had heard it's the same as the US, 15-20%. Our total was 20.40 pounds, so we gave him about 3.5 pounds. Then we weren't sure if we left it on the table or took it to the register by the door. We waited, and he came by to pick up our "real money," as he called it. (Most people were paying with a credit card, which he ran through a "magic machine," a handheld credit card machine that he carried with him.) And then in a sweet, Scottish accent, and old-man charm, he thanked us for our generosity. Ah, the true meaning of gratuity.
Next story:
Last night, we all went to the pub next door again, Golf Tavern. I chatted with a girl from Glasgow, which is about an hour west of Edinburgh. We had the usual small talk that I had already partaken in with about 54 other people since I arrived. What's your name, where are you from, what are you studying, why Napier, and do you like it here? Over and over and over and over and over and over....After that prequisite, she asked if I was much into the US election. I said in America, it's hard not to be right now! She did not understand how our choosing of Presidents worked so I explained it to her. I then asked about her form of government in the UK, and she proceeded to educate me on the history of Scottish government and politics. I mentioned that I had seen Braveheart once, to which she made a sour face. Apparently Mel Gibson needs to get his facts straight. In a nutshell, the Scottish hate the British, the British hate the Scottish. If you mistaken a British accent for a Scottish accent or vice versa, prepare for a brawl. The two countries are not allowed to play versus in rugby because of the extreme violence that comes as a result, let alone the violence the sport carries on it's own. Before William Wallace ever came along, the Scots were already a free nation. It was James IV, I believe, that screwed everything up. Someone's queen died, Scotland or England - can't remember which, so James IV had to take over for BOTH nations, thus bringing Scotland under English rule. Still not quite sure what it was William Wallace did or why they made a movie about him, but to this day, Scotland is still TECHNICALLY under England. That's why we hate them (I am Scottish now, by the way). And the whole UK, Ireland, Northern Ireland, Wales, England, Scotland stuff...who's a country, who's a region, who's under who (or whom? Taylor?). Still under speculation, even to Miss Glasgow. Kelly was her name. The whole time I thought she was saying Kaylee, until she spelled it for me. The accent, eh. Apparently the UK includes Northern Ireland, Scotland, Wales, and England, while Ireland is off on it's own now. And what about Great Britain? Same as the UK. But what about the British Empire? That includes Hong Kong, Singapore, Gibraltar maybe, the list goes on. All I know now, is that the Queen has her hands full, and it's not of tea and biscuits.
Oh, and the Germans and French are mortal enemies. Never mention them in the same sentence or certain death awaits you...
TO SEE MORE PHOTOS OF MY NEW NEIGHBOURHOOD...
http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2022329&l=70e42&id=177501993
Two more flat mates arrived, both Americans, from Connecticut and New Jersey. Me and Jersey went to eat dinner at a TOTALLY ADORABLE cafe next door to our flat called Katie's Diner. Eight tables total, and the wall were filled with New York City photos and memoribilia, though everyone there was clearly Scottish. I had "Garlicky Chicken," as the menu read. It was quite delicious, the first real meal I've had. Nothing garlicky about it though, just a pool of butter. I also tried a new soft drink, which I was instructed to try before I left this cozy city. "Irn Bru" is it's name. It's like a bubble gum-orange-lemony soda. Very refreshing and yummy. I will most definitely order it again. Apparently Edinburgh is the ONLY place in the world you will find it. The sweet 60-something waitress wanted to make sure I liked it before she left our tiny table :) I did. When we were finished, we eventually figured out we had to ask for the check. It came on a nice little plate, hand written ticket. Felt very fancy and old-fashioned. We weren't sure about tipping--I had heard it's the same as the US, 15-20%. Our total was 20.40 pounds, so we gave him about 3.5 pounds. Then we weren't sure if we left it on the table or took it to the register by the door. We waited, and he came by to pick up our "real money," as he called it. (Most people were paying with a credit card, which he ran through a "magic machine," a handheld credit card machine that he carried with him.) And then in a sweet, Scottish accent, and old-man charm, he thanked us for our generosity. Ah, the true meaning of gratuity.
Next story:
Last night, we all went to the pub next door again, Golf Tavern. I chatted with a girl from Glasgow, which is about an hour west of Edinburgh. We had the usual small talk that I had already partaken in with about 54 other people since I arrived. What's your name, where are you from, what are you studying, why Napier, and do you like it here? Over and over and over and over and over and over....After that prequisite, she asked if I was much into the US election. I said in America, it's hard not to be right now! She did not understand how our choosing of Presidents worked so I explained it to her. I then asked about her form of government in the UK, and she proceeded to educate me on the history of Scottish government and politics. I mentioned that I had seen Braveheart once, to which she made a sour face. Apparently Mel Gibson needs to get his facts straight. In a nutshell, the Scottish hate the British, the British hate the Scottish. If you mistaken a British accent for a Scottish accent or vice versa, prepare for a brawl. The two countries are not allowed to play versus in rugby because of the extreme violence that comes as a result, let alone the violence the sport carries on it's own. Before William Wallace ever came along, the Scots were already a free nation. It was James IV, I believe, that screwed everything up. Someone's queen died, Scotland or England - can't remember which, so James IV had to take over for BOTH nations, thus bringing Scotland under English rule. Still not quite sure what it was William Wallace did or why they made a movie about him, but to this day, Scotland is still TECHNICALLY under England. That's why we hate them (I am Scottish now, by the way). And the whole UK, Ireland, Northern Ireland, Wales, England, Scotland stuff...who's a country, who's a region, who's under who (or whom? Taylor?). Still under speculation, even to Miss Glasgow. Kelly was her name. The whole time I thought she was saying Kaylee, until she spelled it for me. The accent, eh. Apparently the UK includes Northern Ireland, Scotland, Wales, and England, while Ireland is off on it's own now. And what about Great Britain? Same as the UK. But what about the British Empire? That includes Hong Kong, Singapore, Gibraltar maybe, the list goes on. All I know now, is that the Queen has her hands full, and it's not of tea and biscuits.
Oh, and the Germans and French are mortal enemies. Never mention them in the same sentence or certain death awaits you...
TO SEE MORE PHOTOS OF MY NEW NEIGHBOURHOOD...
http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2022329&l=70e42&id=177501993
9.26.2008
the life of a scot.
things ive learned thus far:
1. the " and @ keys are switched on a key board. and good luck finding the # key.
2. the top symbol on a key is the one you use with the Shift key, backwards from my US of A.
3. when you buy some coffee and sit in a coffee house, you pay when you LEAVE.
4. it's not "Take Out Food" it's "Take Away Food"
5. if you want to go shopping after about 6pm, good luck. everything but bars, pretty much, closes around 6pm.
6. You have to turn on a switch for a plug in socket to work...took me awhile to figure that out. couldnt understand why nothing was turning on.
7. specials at stores are most likely "buy one get one" instead of "save $1" or something like that.
8. you bring your own shopping bag or you have to pay for their plastic ones.
9. no drinking of alcohol is allowed on the street, only INSIDE the bar. (i did not learn this first hand.)
10. 24-hour clocks are everywhere. im a professional "subtract 12-er"
11. everything is small. toiletries, buildings, streets, cars, stores, shops, tables, chairs. cafes, EVERYTHING. they are very space-concious.
12. bikes are quite common. but if you dont know you're way, you'll probably get hit by a car.
13. i've already jay-walked and nobody said anything. apparently thats ok to do.
14. round abouts are EVERYWHERE. if you dont use your turn signal you will surely die, no joke.
15. street names randomly change, and street signs telling the name of the street you are on are VERY RARE.
thats all for now.
1. the " and @ keys are switched on a key board. and good luck finding the # key.
2. the top symbol on a key is the one you use with the Shift key, backwards from my US of A.
3. when you buy some coffee and sit in a coffee house, you pay when you LEAVE.
4. it's not "Take Out Food" it's "Take Away Food"
5. if you want to go shopping after about 6pm, good luck. everything but bars, pretty much, closes around 6pm.
6. You have to turn on a switch for a plug in socket to work...took me awhile to figure that out. couldnt understand why nothing was turning on.
7. specials at stores are most likely "buy one get one" instead of "save $1" or something like that.
8. you bring your own shopping bag or you have to pay for their plastic ones.
9. no drinking of alcohol is allowed on the street, only INSIDE the bar. (i did not learn this first hand.)
10. 24-hour clocks are everywhere. im a professional "subtract 12-er"
11. everything is small. toiletries, buildings, streets, cars, stores, shops, tables, chairs. cafes, EVERYTHING. they are very space-concious.
12. bikes are quite common. but if you dont know you're way, you'll probably get hit by a car.
13. i've already jay-walked and nobody said anything. apparently thats ok to do.
14. round abouts are EVERYWHERE. if you dont use your turn signal you will surely die, no joke.
15. street names randomly change, and street signs telling the name of the street you are on are VERY RARE.
thats all for now.
9.25.2008
greener pastures
I wrote this over the Atlantic Ocean, along with many other moments during my 20 hour journey to Edinburgh. 5 airports and 4 airplanes and 6 hours of layovers to be exact. almost. these came in random thoughts...
I am currently 39,000 feet over North Carolina getting ready to cross the Atlantic to Europe. It hit me. I'm going. That trip you've been talking about for the past year? That adventure you've been psyching yourself up for to everyone you know? You're on it! You're there!
The Dallas and Raleigh flights weren't bad. I pretty much cried the whole way to Dallas after leaving my family at the Springfield airport, but once I landed in Dallas, I was fine. I was ready to start Kelsey's Most Excellent Adventure. I only cried one other time. When we took off from Raleigh to head to London. Good-bye America, I said to myself. Good-bye home, familiarity, comfort. I'm going away for awhile. I'll miss you American soil.
There's a little girl crying a few rows back on the flight to London. She sounds a lot like Syd. I miss her already. "I blove you Aunt Telsey" she said when I saw her last.
The man sitting across the aisle from me, I think I heard, is from Sweden. That's where I'm going, right Grant? Anyway, I think he is a stereotypical European senior citizen. He looks like Bilbo Baggins' twin brother. Maybe his extra in the Lord of the Rings. Thick bifocals with slim gold frames, big bushy orange eyebrows, monsterous nostrils, and a cute old man smile. Kind of fidgety. I like him. He's reading a book about war.
We just flew over Ireland. It's black outside my window since it's actually 5:30am. I can see a lighthouse on the coast and I see it's light shine every few seconds as it turns to my side. There are also a couple boats out there. They look like they are taking advantage of that lighthouse. Kind of cool that even I can see the light from 30,000 feet up.
When I sat down on the plane in Springfield waiting to leave Missouri for greener pastures, I was exhausted from thinking about family, tears, crying, snot, blah blah blah. I put in my iPod to drown out my anxiety and sadness. And Marcus, get what song was the first on the list in my shuffled music? St. Patrick's Day by John Mayer. Oh gosh. I couldn't listen to it. I couldn't even get through the first verse. I switched it to something less sentimental :)
There's an old hippie couple sitting behind me. I think they live in London. He looks like Jesus got lost at a Beatles concert. Except they keep mysteriously trailing off to the lavatories at the same times. I don't think that's Jesus after all.
6:07am signals my very first European sunrise. I'll post pictures later.
There's this super thick layer of clouds over England, except every once in awhile I see a patch of clarity which reveals a bright orange glowing city beneath the Big Tylonel. I see these fast moving skinny slivers of light, which I soon realize are trains. Don't see many of those in the Midwest. And yes, even from the road I could tell. The cars are on the wrong side! Ooops...the other side.
Good morning, London.
I am currently 39,000 feet over North Carolina getting ready to cross the Atlantic to Europe. It hit me. I'm going. That trip you've been talking about for the past year? That adventure you've been psyching yourself up for to everyone you know? You're on it! You're there!
The Dallas and Raleigh flights weren't bad. I pretty much cried the whole way to Dallas after leaving my family at the Springfield airport, but once I landed in Dallas, I was fine. I was ready to start Kelsey's Most Excellent Adventure. I only cried one other time. When we took off from Raleigh to head to London. Good-bye America, I said to myself. Good-bye home, familiarity, comfort. I'm going away for awhile. I'll miss you American soil.
There's a little girl crying a few rows back on the flight to London. She sounds a lot like Syd. I miss her already. "I blove you Aunt Telsey" she said when I saw her last.
The man sitting across the aisle from me, I think I heard, is from Sweden. That's where I'm going, right Grant? Anyway, I think he is a stereotypical European senior citizen. He looks like Bilbo Baggins' twin brother. Maybe his extra in the Lord of the Rings. Thick bifocals with slim gold frames, big bushy orange eyebrows, monsterous nostrils, and a cute old man smile. Kind of fidgety. I like him. He's reading a book about war.
We just flew over Ireland. It's black outside my window since it's actually 5:30am. I can see a lighthouse on the coast and I see it's light shine every few seconds as it turns to my side. There are also a couple boats out there. They look like they are taking advantage of that lighthouse. Kind of cool that even I can see the light from 30,000 feet up.
When I sat down on the plane in Springfield waiting to leave Missouri for greener pastures, I was exhausted from thinking about family, tears, crying, snot, blah blah blah. I put in my iPod to drown out my anxiety and sadness. And Marcus, get what song was the first on the list in my shuffled music? St. Patrick's Day by John Mayer. Oh gosh. I couldn't listen to it. I couldn't even get through the first verse. I switched it to something less sentimental :)
There's an old hippie couple sitting behind me. I think they live in London. He looks like Jesus got lost at a Beatles concert. Except they keep mysteriously trailing off to the lavatories at the same times. I don't think that's Jesus after all.
6:07am signals my very first European sunrise. I'll post pictures later.
There's this super thick layer of clouds over England, except every once in awhile I see a patch of clarity which reveals a bright orange glowing city beneath the Big Tylonel. I see these fast moving skinny slivers of light, which I soon realize are trains. Don't see many of those in the Midwest. And yes, even from the road I could tell. The cars are on the wrong side! Ooops...the other side.
Good morning, London.
9.22.2008
almost there
I can count how many times people have asked me about my trip in the past few weeks. Are you excited? Are you nervous? Are you anxious? Are you scared? Are you packed?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, and no.
On one hand, I couldn't be more thrilled to finally start this adventure.
And on the other hand, I'm freaked out to no end to leave behind everything that is familiar.
New culture, new school, new friends, new home, new street names, new brands of shampoo.
Despite all the "new," I'm going to strive for some kind of consistency. This blog will be part of that. Not only will it be a chance for my friends and family to get a glimpse of my life across the pond over the next four months, but also an outlet for me to escape the "new" and record moments I don't want to forget.
So, I am all of the above. Excited, nervous, happy, exhausted, overwhelmed, scared, thrilled, anxious, sad, tired, exhilerated, relaxed, afraid, delighted, engulfed, freaked out.
I miss you guys already (and I haven't even left yet!), but I wont be gone long.
More to come upon arrival.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, and no.
On one hand, I couldn't be more thrilled to finally start this adventure.
And on the other hand, I'm freaked out to no end to leave behind everything that is familiar.
New culture, new school, new friends, new home, new street names, new brands of shampoo.
Despite all the "new," I'm going to strive for some kind of consistency. This blog will be part of that. Not only will it be a chance for my friends and family to get a glimpse of my life across the pond over the next four months, but also an outlet for me to escape the "new" and record moments I don't want to forget.
So, I am all of the above. Excited, nervous, happy, exhausted, overwhelmed, scared, thrilled, anxious, sad, tired, exhilerated, relaxed, afraid, delighted, engulfed, freaked out.
I miss you guys already (and I haven't even left yet!), but I wont be gone long.
More to come upon arrival.
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