A note from Joelle...
♫ ♪ Go - Livingston
♫ ♪ Go - Livingston
I have been here for six weeks and a lot has happened: some good some really bad. However, I am enjoying the little rays of sunshine today and hope that everyone is too where ever you are!
So far I have tried black pudding for breakfast (which is the best thing ever), seen traditional Scottish weddings, bought some tartan material (although my school uniform back home was a kilt!)learnt the local lingo ('Ned' means 'Chav') and also got a grip of a variety of Scottish accents.
It's just like England: people from the north have completely different accents from people from the southern areas, and I can now hear the difference!
I still need to take a day or two out of the week and learn more about Scottish history. I only know bits about it, but it's mainly from the English historical point of view.
Now here's what's happened so far...
If I am very honest, the last two weeks have been really hard for me. I had a few days where I was really homesick and just didn't want to interact with anyone, and then I got really ill with a cold and and horrible headache. The rain and general greyness really did not help and I just felt like I should give up and go back to England. It also did not help that I felt that a few people that I have met here do not have the nicest personalties and are pretty mean for no reason. I do not like to argue with people, so I just steer clear of them and only speak to them when really necessary - that's the only way to avoid clashing characters around here! I only unleash my 'inner-London-urban-angry-girl' personality when it's really needed, and that's not a pretty sight!
The thing is with me is that I never admit defeat. Sometimes that's a really good thing to do, other times it's really foolish of me, as sometimes I am in the wrong (it's rare, just kidding!). I thought that I had admitted defeat two weeks ago when I booked an emergency trip home to see the loved ones and spend some time eating home-cooked meals for three days. But I realised that there is nothing wrong with leaving temporarily if you miss your friends and family - it's not defeat at all.
When I was back down in London, I met up with family and friends, got a good night's sleep and ate some bloody good food! I didn't feel better instantly, but I was much happier to be home. The sun was also shining, which was a bonus! I didn't see much of my sisters as they had not finished school yet and the other moved countries as soon as I got back home.
My friends were really supportive of me going to live in another country all on my own and made me remember that we all have different goals and we almost always get obstacles from helping us achieve them (well that's how I interpreted what they said - they're not amazing philosophers or anything like that!)
When the three days were up, I flew back to Scotland refreshed and ready to just get on with my work and ignore the people that were making life difficult. Although I was still quite ill and needed more rest, I just pressed on with my assignments and I definitely began to feel better!
As of today, I am in really good spirits. It has been a lazy Sunday in my flat and me and my flatmates have just done our work and lounged about not doing much. Tomorrow is the start of a brand new week and I am so close to reaching my goals!
To end on a happy note, I really do like it up here and hope to explore more parts of the country if I choose to stay and study here over the next few years. I need to see that castles, lochs, etc and just be a nerdy tourist! Anyone want to come with me? ;)
Well thanks for reading this, it wasn't the easiest post to write bit I was honest! Oh, an I promise to put up some photos of places that I have been in Scotland. That's if you don't mind the cheesy touristy photos! :)