So now we (finally) get to the part where I am finally in Scotland.
Let’s get caught up to the present, shall we?
I’ve been here awhile now. I’ve been ALL over Scotland. Go open up a map of Scotland. Now, I started in Edinburgh. From there I have been to (in no particular order): Perth, For William, Inverness, Aberdeen, St. Andrews, Leven, Dundee, Glen Coe, Loch Ness, Thruso, Stromness, Kirkwall, Stirling, and Cupar. I think that’s most of the places I’ve been. There may be more. But I’ve managed to see a good chunk of the country.
I still sound Canadian, though I have managed to learn how to say loch correctly, and I know how to pronounce gaelic correctly.
I’m making friends, and I’m looking for work. I’ve had a few interviews but nothing has stuck yet.
I’ve attended a live rugby match (which is a sport I LOVE to watch), I still don’t like football, and I’m slowly learning about cricket (and actually enjoying it).
I can not express enough how much I love this country. I feel more at home here than I have ever felt anywhere else. I am home. I may be essentially homeless (living in a hostel at the moment), and be dirt poor, and I haven’t worked in 8 months, but damn, I am so happy. The happiest I have ever been in my life. I belong here.
I miss my friends and my family. I miss the familiar. I miss really silly things, like Kraft Dinner, Lash Blast mascara from Cover Girl (I have yet to find it, I’m still holding out hope), Crest toothpaste, cornmeal, and rootbeer. But I’m so glad I’m here. I wouldn’t change it for anything. Not a damn thing.