Looking Back

I left Scotland nearly a  month and a half ago with a very full heart. However, the fullness of my heart also made it very heavy. I can remember sitting in Finnegan’s Wake on those last nights trying to make the best of leaving. Besides the crushing weight of my own sentimentality I thought of…

An Ode to the Isle of Skye

We sat huddled around the fire in the Stromeferry Stationmasters house just enjoying each others company. It is moments such as these that are so precious that it feels as if they are contained in the casing of an egg shell. The day had been a myriad of beautiful views, laughs, and the sad realization…

Day Trips: the good, the bad & the ugly

In the past two weeks, Andria, Liam and I have gone on one very successful day trip and one that ended in North Berwick in the pouring rain. Yes, that terrible one was my fault.

Highlands and Hairy Coos

Yesterday, I stuck my toes in the only lake in Scotland; the Lake of Menteith. While there are a lot of Lochs there is only one lake or so we learned on the Hairy Coo Tour. We spent the day basking in the loveliness that was the Highlands. The first place we stopped was the…

A Birthday Abroad

Things have been relatively calm all besides the howling of the wind. My friend Liam had a girl he’s known since high school, Claire, come for the weekend. She is studying abroad in London and we peppered her with questions about the differences and similarities. She gave us a reason to look like tourists, even if…

What Home Really Means

Last weekend we went to Glasgow about an hours ride away by bus. The bus ride with 10 people was entertaining as I sat next to Aleah and let Edinburgh fade away. She clutched on to a list of places to visit that she wrote out with their addresses, our very own TripAdvisor. While there…

Rosslyn Chapel; an intersection.

We were lost in the Scottish countryside as any good american tourists need to be when discovering something fairly magical. We had taken the wrong 37 bus, because I didn’t know there were two. The bus driver came to a halt and there was the startling realization that not only were we the only ones…

You aren’t lost. Just wandering.

The orange dissolved gem stone green when faded into the blue. The plane window which had been covered in the rain froze and I watched individual crystals forming as I tried not to think to much about what I was doing or where I was going. We ascended further and further until the cars on…

Another Step Closer; Fears

I have been stuck in the portion of the journey that requires copious amounts of paperwork, meetings, and logistics. I sometimes catch myself forgetting that I am, in the next 7 weeks, moving to a foreign country. I have forgotten to daydream. You know I am not myself when not one moment in my day is…

It’s begun.

I might not have booked the flight yet but it feels real. I daydream about Scotland almost daily. I think about what the cold, wet stone will feel like under my feet. I wonder who I will meet. There are only so many times that you can read about adventure before you have to embark…