T-minus 9 days. My year in California is pretty bloody close. I’m excited, but at the same time can’t help feeling a bit queasy every time I think about packing up my life into a single (admittedly fairly large) suitcase.
I just spent a lovely week in the East Neuk of Fife with family, there was a fair amount of walking but it was mostly eating and drinking and eating. So much for getting a California beach bod before I go! I’m just hoping there aren’t weight limits for people on flights (yes, I really did eat THAT many scones).
I’ve also spent too much time trawling the internet for insurance policies to cover me for anything that could ever conceivably happen, I nominated my dad to get the payout for ‘accidental dismemberment’. Crossing my fingers (while I still have all ten) that he never gets the money.
Celebrated my 20th birthday too, the prospect of no longer being a teenager scares me a lot more than I thought it would. It didn’t help that my dad informed me in my birthday card that I’ve now entered my third decade, and it’s entirely possible that I might have overreacted to this news:
In the end though I reinstated my birthday and had a lovely day filled with food, family and presents. A lot of the presents were things I can take away with me and had a Scottish/tartan theme- really helping me fit in guys! It’s almost like they don’t want me to make friends. I also made an important discovery while I was at lunch, it’s something which will definitely help me out in the future and will enable me to avoid tricky situations- it turns out that tequila makes me aggressive and I shouldn’t be allowed to drink it because I end up wanting to fight everyone. So I’m more ‘one tequila, two tequila,
three tequila, floor WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?!’.
This week is going to be filled with people! I’m meeting up with everyone I want to see before I go away, and as a result am probably going to be suffering from crying-induced dehydration by the end of the week. My dad as ever was on hand with some comforting words though- he asked my mum if they could get a dog while I’m away to “replace” me. Cheers dad, nice to know what I bring to the family.
This post is a bit higgledy-piggledy (a perfect reflection of the inner workings of my mind at this moment in time), I’m hoping to post again before I go away but don’t expect that one to be any more coherent. By that point my brain will probably be such a mess that I’ll just bash at the keyboard and post whatever comes out.