In less than 24 hours
my parents and sister will be here. I’m so excited for that! Today has been spent cleaning and packing and getting stuff done, because I get kicked out at 9am tomorrow morning. All of my flatmates have been gone since Monday, so I’ve been able to enjoy the place to myself during what has been a nice, relaxing week. Also, they left a ton of stuff in the kitchen. A bunch of food, beer, dishes, appliances, and I had no idea what to do with it, because none of them talked with me about it before they left. Well this morning some of the cleaning ladies came in and sorted through it all, splitting it all up and taking what they wanted home. It was kind of a funny scene to watch.
There have been lots of goodbyes this week. Going into this semester, I knew that almost all the relationships I would make would have an expiration date on them, which is kind of a weird feeling. Nevertheless, I haven’t been feeling too sad—I have enjoyed my time here and the people I’ve met, but I’m ready to go home. It’s interesting talking to some of the other study abroad students; some have been depressed for weeks because they don’t want to leave, others are excited to get back home. For me, I think it helps that I have so many good things waiting for me at home. I can’t wait to get back and see friends and hang out with my family and enjoy wonderful Colorado.
I’m mostly looking forward to seeing people, but I’ve been missing some of the small things too. Being able to drive, the parks where I enjoy reading, riding my bike, the hot weather, the sunsets over the Rockies, etc. Oh, and Chipotle. I’m not going to have a job this summer because I’ll only be home for about two months (that’s a good enough excuse I think), so there’s going to be a lot of time to enjoy the things and places I’ve missed.
But…I won’t be home for another 9 days, because I get the awesome privilege of traveling around with my family for a week. They’re getting in tomorrow night, then Sunday will be spent in Stirling, with me showing them all the highlights of the city. This should be good because I’ve actually negelected to do some of the touristy things that most people did back in February, like go to the top of the Wallace Monument or tour Stirling Castle. Monday morning we’ll head off for the Isle of Skye, which is supposed to be absolutely beautiful (if the weather is nice). We’ll spend a couple of days there before driving to the opposite side of the country to visit St. Andrews, which is still my favorite city out of all the ones I’ve visited. Then we’ll end up in Edinburgh for a day before flying back to Denver on the 13th. I really hope the weather holds out for us. It’s been so nice this week, which probably means it will rain a lot next week, because two weeks of enjoyable weather in Scotland is unheard of (I’m only kind of kidding).
When I was walking the West Highland Way last week, one of the people in the group asked me if I had changed at all during this semester. I know that, for a lot of people, spending a semester abroad is a life-altering experience, something that teaches them big life lessons and marks them in some lasting way. It wasn’t like that for me. I’ve loved my time in Scotland and I’m glad I decided to come here, but for the most part the Scott that left is the same Scott returning. I’ve danced in a kilt and tasted the glory of Haggis and Irn Bru, I’ve made new friends and been challenged and encouraged by them, I’ve encountered a different culture and traveled to some amazing places, but the life of my inner man has stayed the same. I come back with the same convictions, aspirations, hopes, and passions.
So this is my last post. Thanks so much for keeping up with what I’ve been doing—hopefully you haven’t been too bored reading of my discoveries, exploits and thoughts. I hope that you are all doing so well and I’m excited to see a lot of you really soon.
Scotland, it’s been great.
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