Thursday, 28 February 2013

Peanut Butter is a Gel: Six months of life lessons.


Well, friends, it's been six months(ish) since I boarded the plane for Glasgow.
Crazy, right? I can't believe it's been that long. To celebrate, I thought I'd do a little recap of my year in Scotland so far:



It started with an empty room and two extraordinarily large suitcases (49.5 and 69.5 pounds, respectively). 





There were lonely wanders for a few days until flatmates showed up and I could force them to be my friends. 



Luckily for me, they didn't seem to mind my forced friendship much. Or my Doctor Who obsession.


We celebrated birthdays, 



Thanksgiving,



Christmas,


and Hogmanay.





We've had nights of glory (and of abject failure) at quiz night and shared caffeine addictions. Living and learning...isn't that what school is all about? Here are some of the things I've learned over the past six months:

1. Peanut butter is a gel. I hope TSA enjoyed that brand new jar of Jif.

2. Cars drive on the wrong side of the road. This means that your instinctual way of looking for cars on the road is also wrong.

3. Primark is the lovechild of Target and Forever21. Half the quality, all of the awesome.

4. American Nutella is just not the same as the real stuff.

5. I should have bought a rain jacket in August.

6. They were serious about this whole Scotland-is-really-dark-in-the-winter thing.

7. This country does not do the Oxford comma. It makes me sad.

8. The Glasgow subway system is the easiest thing in the world. It's a loop. Seriously.

9. Having consistently bad weather makes you really appreciate the beautiful days.

10. Anything can be cured with fish and chips and a pint with your friends.

11. If you use the word, "druthers," people will stare at you confusedly. This goes on the list of, "I didn't realize I was so Southern until..."

12. Taxi drivers in this city are the NICEST. When I first got here, my taxi driver hauled my (69.5 and 49.5 pound) bags up several flights of stairs for me. I have yet to have a bad experience with a taxi driver here (knock on wood) and I couldn't be more grateful.

13. Chicken soup is apparently cream of chicken soup and not chicken noodle soup.

14. There are these things at the bottom of my torso called legs. I can use them really well. Walking everywhere is good for you. I don't need my car half as much as I think I do.

15. Glasgow is a strange, beautiful city full of strange, beautiful people. I have seen someone walking the streets dressed as a giraffe. I've seen kilted men with traffic cones on their heads. I've seen a zillion girls with the craziest eyebrows I could have imagined (ok, the number is exaggerated...but the eyebrows are NOT). But you won't find people as nice and helpful as Glaswegians anywhere else in the world. If you ask for directions, the person you stop will frequently walk you to your destination. Strangers will happily carry on a conversation with you. I even once saw two women at the bus stop have an hour-long talk at six in the morning. I know, right? So if you're thinking about coming to Glasgow (and you should be!), I can tell you right now--you'll be hard-pressed to find nicer, friendlier people than the Scots.

So here's to a great six months so far and a hopefully equally fantastic next six months! As always, feel free to drop a comment or an email (the.mlle.belle@gmail.com).

xo,






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