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One Month of Glasgow

One Month of Glasgow

So it’s been a month. When did that happen?  It feels like last week I was posting photos of the Botanic Garden and now it’s been a month and I realize I’ve neglected to post anything for a while. I’m…

Orientation Day

Orientation Day

So yesterday we found the Tesco’s, it was enormous, and I found everything I needed EXCEPT A FORK!!!!! Well, I found forks, but they were all in crazy expensive silverware sets with sixteen total pieces of cutlery that all looked quite easily breakable. So I decided to pass on them and continue using my chopsticks. I did pick up a spoon, though (two, in fact), so I’m not at a total loss when it comes to the soup I bought earlier today.

Glasgow: Day 2

Glasgow: Day 2

It’s cold in Glasgow. Not frigid, but certainly chilly, nippy, fall weather. And cloudy for much of the time, which makes it colder. It’s 16 C right now, so about 60 degrees for those in the US, and that’s the high of the day.

Which is perfect, in my opinion, because it gets you chilly enough to really enjoy a nice hot cup of tea or soup or something. And I’m a huge fan of tea and soup.

The Final Countdown

The Final Countdown

It’s down to the final three days. Part of me feels like that is far too little time to finish everything I have to do. I need another week, at least. The other part of me feels that it is far too long to expect me to wait. I want to hop a plane now and get to Glasgow. Oh, and there’s a third part of me that’s is sort of in denial. I’m not moving across the pond in three days; you must be mistaken.

Moving… Again…

As I said in my last bit about moving, I’m finding myself downsizing on what I own, what I keep. Last time, I said that I was somewhat sad at downsizing, being able to fit most of my worldly possessions into two small suitcases. Well, two small suitcases plus about six medium-sized boxes in my father’s attic, several boxes at my aunt’s house, and another box at another aunt’s house. I should amend that statement to “most of my functional life.”

Moving to the City

A few weeks ago, I talked a lot about the community I live in and how much I value it. Some of you might agree and some of you might not. I also talked last week about moving to Glasgow. And now it’s time to address one of the elephants in the room (there’s quite the herd in here, but we’ll start with this one): I prefer small towns, and yet I’m about to move out to a fairly large city.

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