Two weeks.

Yesterday marked two weeks of living abroad.  It has been far tougher than I was anticipating.  I need never to be given 6 months time to await an exciting event.  I build an image up in my head.  Then small things start to unravel that image.  Nothing devasting, but that bubble does burst.

A few things I have learned in general in these two weeks:

1. Take your sunglasses off to really appreciate scenery.
2. America is a melting pot and yet people still think they know how you will act.
3. I should have learned another language.
4. Not everyone knows where Houston is located.
5. My hair does not like the rain. (This one I knew, and thankfully people seem to like my chaotic nest of hair here.)
6. It really sucks that heels and cobble stones dont mix.

A few things I am still looking forward to about living in Scotland:

1. You can see Aurora Borealis here.
2. Lock Ness.
3. Christmas in this town.  (It just has to be adorable, right?)
4. Taking a golfing lesson.
5. Hiking through the highlands.

Sometimes I equate living in this town to living in Nacogdoches, but I timed my walk from one end of town to the other last night and it took 30 minutes. WALKING! ha Much smaller.  Oh and explaining what the hell Nacogdoches is to people over and over is fun. ;)

Random thoughts:

I have been extremely tired lately. To the point of just wanting to go home and go to bed.  I think I will join a gym class tomorrow.  Maybe get some vitamins. 

I am hoping to get that flat for a Monday move in.  Oh...to walk around in complete silence after a long day. AND have bath tub. AND a queen size bed.  Hmmm.

I feel like the oldest person in this town.  The predominant age seems to be 23-24. 

On my walk home last night I overheard an American guy, seemingly young twenties, rambling on about himself.  He and his American female friend had just ran out of a bar laughing.  She coyly said, "You're so mean. You never say hi to me."  (Which first of all, he must have said SOMETHING to you at some point because you are hanging out now.)  His response was to explain what a prick he was.  "I'm not a nice guy, I'm such an asshole, I'm plain and simply not a nice person. Seriously ask anyone."  Now whether or not this guy is an asshole, I couldn't help but think: "Is this girl so into him, she is going to hope he is kidding? Or is this girl so into him that it doesn't matter if he is mean to her tomorrow?"  Kinda made me sad.  I am glad I'm no longer in undergrad.

This town is completely dead after dark.  With a minimum number of pubs open on weekdays, the streets are practically deserted.  Its eerie.

I feel more comfortable here, which is too be expected.  But man I can not wait for Presley to get here. LOL