By the time this posts, I should be on my way via planes, trains and automobiles (not to mention the bus to the airport in Edinburgh). It’s hard to believe my fantastic year has drawn to a close. Needless to say, I have no wish to leave Scotland and already have my ticket back. My sweetie awaits.
The Fulbright has been a great gift. I have written so much and I have so much more to write. I will be burying myself in the work this fall and hope to have some splendid things to show for it.
I have new friends and new ideas and a whole new outlook. So much has changed and so much more will change.
Classes begin on Monday. It will be quite a shift to be back in teacher mode. Somehow it will happen, but I’m not sure how at this point. I’m sure the mere process of traveling will provide transition as it always does. The “no-time” of airports instantly takes you out of normalcy, so it will doubtless have that effect again.
I’m not looking forward to the jangling roar of constant commerce. I’ve been surrounded by small towns and beautiful countryside much of the time and very few harsh American voices. I’m dreading the political season and the seemingly non-stop vitriol from pig-ignorant zealots that has made people here shake their heads with disbelief (even as their politicians begin to take on the same madness).
It will be a test of my abilities that I have cultivated in the last few years to remain resilient and hopeful, to hold onto that indestructible happiness within me. It cannot be reliant on being in a particular place or with particular people: just me, wherever I am. And I think I will be able to do that. I miss my friends after all, even if I do not miss the country of my birth. Many of my friends have had great difficulties and griefs in the last year while I have been crowing in my happiness. I can do my part to help heal their sorrow. My Kipper has had a difficult year, too. I will be glad to see him once again.
All will be well.
Welcome, Kate. If it helps, you can call Albany “Albania.” Seems more exotic somehow.
That sounds like a good idea. Grasping at straws perhaps…
It will great to see you; glad you had such a fine and productive time!
I’m looking forward to catching up with you. And maybe catching some films as well. Best not to pine for what you can’t have, eh?
’bout time you were heading back. Be sure to gather some of those juicy overhead compartment maggots for me this time…snrk.
Given your developments health-wise, I don’t think maggots would be good for you, Kit-Kat.
We’ll be glad to have you back, if only for a while. Luck to you, Laity, as you shapeshift yet again. What a conjure woman you are. Safe home.
Thank you. madame. I am endeavouring to make the changes I desire. We shall see.
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