No more Scotland

So I’m not in Scotland anymore, it’s actually been 25 days since I came home. Of course, I only spent a bit more than half of those days in Norway, as I took off to Spain the 9th of June and stayed there for 10 days. That  is  why I haven’t written anything here in a while, as well as because I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue writing now that I’m not in Scotland anymore. I think I will, as I quite like writing and I have quite a lot of experiences form Scotland I want to write about. I just have to think of a new name for my blog. Because even though very few people (if any?) read what I write, I still have my pride and I want a fitting name. I also want to write about Spain and later about Hawaii when I go there later this summer. I could of course just keep a personal diary, but I’d like to share it, just in case anyone happens to be interested. I’ll probably be writing about travely stuff, going places and things like that, as I find that a lot more interesting than my daily life..but there’ll probably be the odd post about other things. Like books, books are awesome. Or so the plan is now anyway, it might change completely.

I miss Scotland, or to be specific, I miss the people there. I got used to living with some of my best friends, and having a bunch of other really good friends next door. It’s a large contrast to being here, where there are only 3 friends I still have contact with who live here, and during 15-16 days I’ve been home, 2 of them have been here for a whole of 3 days. Lonely? Not at all.

The last I “saw” of Scotland from the plane…clouds of course, as it rained that day (as usual)

On the positive side I got to see one of my friends from Scotland when I was in Spain last week, which was absolutely awesome! Skype calls also help, as well as facebook messages and such, but I still miss them a lot. Luckily I will see another friend in Hawaii and a French friend will come visit me in August, I’m really looking forward to both. But I still just want us all to go back to Scotland (or wherever really) for another year, not just my close friends, but also those who were a part of our extended friend group. I think I suffer from post-study-abroad-depression. I’m probably not the only one.

I miss you guys ♥

Two weeks until departure – the end of an adventure

Today it’s exactly two weeks until I board the plane home to Norway (although I won’t actually be home until the day after, thanks to the cheapest ticket leaving me stranded at the airport in Oslo overnight because it arrives so late). The end of a bit more than 9 months living in Scotland. Sure, I was home over Christmas, for a whole month actually, but that was ok, because I knew I would come back to Scotland afterwards. When I go home in two weeks, I will probably not be back here for a long time. Which will be very strange, as I’ve been traveling regularly to Scotland the past year and a half before I moved here, thanks to my now-ex boyfriend. No more funny Scottish accents for me.

Ok, so I will be going home to do things like this, so it’s not like it will be that bad

There are negative sides to Scotland, as everywhere, and there has certainly been things I haven’t liked while being here. Such as some things I’m not entirely happy about at my university here. Or the ridiculous obsession with ID here. Or the huge focus on alcohol and getting wasted all the time. Or the way all most a lot more girls than I’m used to seems to think they have to wear a ton of make-up, 15-20 cm high heels and really, really, really short dresses every time they go out. It’s kinda sad to see them (unsuccessfully) try to walk , especially late at night when they’re often pretty drunk wasted as well.  Or, of course, the weather. Although that isn’t as bad where I live as it’s rumored to be. It completely lives up to its reputation other places though.

Despite all that I’ve come to like Scotland and living here quite a lot. Ok, it’s partly because so many things is cheap for me, or at least cheaper than I’m used to. The scenery is pretty awesome as well, and I quite like Stirling, as it’s about the right size, not super close to any big place, but not that far away either, and how it’s surrounded with nature. Sort of anyway, like when I walked to the top of Dumyat. The real reason is the people though, both my wonderful flat mates and fantastic friends and the people here in general. Scottish people can seem sorta scary at times, not to mention hard to understand if you aren’t used to the accent, but they’re generally really nice. Some of it is probably the British politeness (which I think is a bit over the top sometimes, like saying sorry when someone bumps into you), which I’ve grown to like a lot more than I did originally. Of course, people most places are as nice, it’s just sometimes less visible. Like in Norway, were we can often seem rather cold, impolite and unfriendly for people who are not used to us. Or so I hear anyway.

My wonderful flatmates… Ok, not really, but I’ll miss seeing these guys as well.

What I will miss the most is my friends, in particular my amazing flat mates, who I’ve grown rather close to in the past 9 months. How can you not, when you live together for that long in a foreign country? I know I’m leaving soon, and the first of my flat mates is leaving in just two days, but I haven’t really realized it yet. Not on the emotional level, it’s just empty when I think of it. It’s like I assume she will only be gone for a few days before coming back. Of course I will be seeing them again, the first one in July when I go to Hawaii for 3 weeks, where she lives, but it will never be the same of us living together and studying in a foreign country. I’ll also miss the other friends I’ve made here, particularly the ones living in neighbouring flats, as some of them has become as close friends as my flat mates. I hope it won’t be too long until I see them again.

This past year (a year sounds cooler than 9 months) has been one of the best of my life

I’ll miss Scotland