But they are burning.
It’s midnight in Scotland. I’m pretty good about tricking you guys into thinking I post every day (ish?) at 5am when really, as you sleuths out there know, I usually actually write it the night before and autopost it. But how shall I do that when I am 6 (ish?) hours ahead of you?
These are things I do not know.
So today, I will write and I will press publish. And you will read a new blog post after dinner instead of with your morning soy chai latte.
Hello. Good evening, America. I live in Scotland.
I have been awake for approximately 35 hours and I keep shutting one eye and then the other one as I type. Which, actually, is going to make this post a) more hilarious because I’m delirious and b) take a million years to finish.
Jet lag has me by the nostrils and is swinging me around like a rag doll.
Now that I have actually arrived, the goodbyes are finished and the packing is done, I keep getting this question: “How are you feeling?”
My answer? “Yes. I am feeling. Everything. I am feeling every emotion possible.”
Because I might be.
I’ve cried my eyes out the last week and then I sat at dinner tonight with three of my Edinburgh friends and laughed hysterically. I check my email constantly to see if I’ve heard from anyone at home and yet I teared up with joy when the plane landed.
I love Edinburgh.
I love Nashville.
I love Marietta.
And I wish I could pick at least one of those cities to hate with a mighty passion.
But for now, I will just have a divided heart that is always 100% happy to be right where I am and 78% brokenhearted to be missing time with my friends/family in other cities.
To keep today’s jet-lag sleepy time for Annie rambling at a good pace, here are the things I did today:
- I got picked up from the airport
- my friends dropped off at my new apartment
- I unpacked all THREE suitcases and my carry-on [I know. You’re impressed.]
- had a “cuppa” [a cup of tea] with one of my roommates
- took a shower after the roommates left, only to realize that I do not exactly know how to make the water hot. So that was neat.
- snoozled for like 24 minutes… just a wee while [Scottish talk. It begins early.]
- went to Ikea with my other roommate and bought sheets and a duvet cover.
Which, I need to interject here. My friends in Scotland don’t use top sheets. Just fitted sheet and duvet. I do not love this fact. It means a lot o’ duvet cover washes- which in a house of NO DRYER means quite a process.
I am American and I believe in the freedom to have a top sheet if you want one.
I want one.
Back to my day.
- I met up with Esther, Harry, and Luke for a four hour dinner that could not have been better
- I get home about 20 minutes ago and thought, “Oh sheesh! My blog friends! I forgot to tell them I am here!”
So there you have it.
I am here. My eyes are burning and I am about to pass out from exhaustion.
But I am here.
Hello, Edinburgh. Good to see you again.