It hasn't been quite a week yet, but yes I have been putting off this blog...mostly because everytime I had a clever blogworthy thought, I had to read at least 100 pages that same hour so could not justify blogging my little observances instead. I have been here five days now and let me tell you, life is never what you expect it to be. I don't have a coffeepot, my flatmates have better views than me, the shower is tiny and dark, our entryway floor glitters like a sad housewife's throwback to the 70s, there are more americans than anything else in my classes, the library is the ugliest building in the town and full of very sickly people causing me to think i may be discovering some sort of late onset young adult phobia of human germs and the spray out of facial orifices, I don't have enough money to go to the ball, people think I'm a prude, and only the undergrads get to wear robes all around town. Oh and I still haven't gotten over jet lag and can't fall asleep or get up on time. Do you hate me yet? Because that rant, though true, was for all you tiny dots on the horizon of america, following me, to ease the jealousy I am sure would fester within me if I were in your place. But...now that we've gotten it out of the way and the truth must be told. I live between a castle and a cathedral, can see the sea from my window, can't remember what sweat feels like, am fascinated by everything I read and hear, get to take pictures and not feel like a tourist because I'm not one, buy crumpets at the local store, follow traditions like not stepping on certain stones so that I can graduate, walk the entire Old Course looking for Hugh Grant and Justin Timberlake on a sunday afternoon because they came to play golf, live with people of all different nationalities (yes, every single flatmate) and love them, have bonfires on the beach called the castle sands because it nestles up to the castle ruins, hear the waves at night, walk anywhere i want to go, drink hot chocolate during happy hour with maltesers in it, drink hot tea with cookies that they call digestives and/or biscuits so of course i forget i am eating cookies and, best of all, be more challeneged than I ever have been academically before. I fret about graduating-and not because I forgot paperwork, but because it takes more than you've thought to get all the reading done for one week here, much less a year. I do not mniss Texas. I miss my family and the few friends that mean as much as family, and I miss having a full refrigerator, good coffee and...seriously i sat here trying to think of something else but couldn't. Ok..I miss my daddy being ther to give me whatever I needed and sometimes wanted, seeing movies and eating mexican food, surprisingly enough. But this place is everything it seems to be in pictures, but you need to taste, smell and hear it too. So don't be jealous-I assure you that you're eating better food, but I cannot wait to share everything I can in the oh so short time that I'm here. I love you all. Please do write me!
3 Gregory Place, North Street
St Andrews, Fife KY16 9PU
SCOTLAND, UNITED KINGDOM
Nothing would make me happie.
Mwah mwah OOO
K
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