London. Marseilles. Callander. Aix-En-Provence.
Here’s the thing:
When I think about this journey abroad, from the time I landed in Glasgow to the first week of freshers to fall break and all the trips in between, I’m overwhelmed (and proud) of the long, long time I’ve experienced Scotland.
What could be more festive than a Christmas market?
An inner desire burns to get out of town. I try to plan major day trips — one to Aviemore, one to Oban — but both the weather and time won’t…
As I write, I’m sitting in The Burgh Coffeehouse, a delightful and warm cafe filled with empire biscuits, chai lattes, and Christmas…
As I write, I’m antsy with happiness. But you should have heard me three hours ago, almost to the minute — I was sick with stress.
Class lets out early. Why not go to Edinburgh for the afternoon?
Christmas might begin early in the U.S., but sorry Americans, Scotland has us beat. The Thistle’s Shopping Centre…
I consider myself a highly ambitious person. I don’t like to procrastinate. I need to stay busy. Checklists and tight schedules are my friends. And now, more than halfway through college, an incessant mental voice mourns that I’ve failed to publish a piece of original work.
Eighteen might be the legal age in Scotland…but while I’m here, I turn the much-anticipated age of twenty-one. Months ago, I planned a…