Back to Regularly Scheduled Programming

As much as I loved living abroad, and learned so much about it, and as much as there were things that I didn’t like living abroad, it must end. I’m still reeling a little from the sudden shock of being back home. I want to go back. I was at an American mall earlier today, and I was weirded out by merely walking around. I didn’t want to be there; I didn’t want to be at home; I didn’t want to be anywhere. I feel like I’m losing so much already of what I have gained by living abroad in Scotland. I’m re-forging connections that had waned over the past few years. The magic of living abroad is fading away into the life I left back in the States.

Before my Spanish-Scottish adventure, this was my personal blog, and it will continue to be so (whee, which means you don’t have to find a different URL to follow my writings!). However, it needs a new theme, as I cannot write any longer about buying stamps in Spain or how uncannily Irn Bru complements white pudding from a chippy (or going au naturel). Blogs always seem to work better if they have a theme, instead of random, meandering thoughts. Although what washes up on the cold, pebbly shore of my consciousness amuses me, I would not want to inflict it upon other people, so that posting is going to be kept to a minimum. I’ve thought about a cooking blog (I got this for Christmas), but that’s already been done. No one wants to read my literary reviews. I’m too self-conscious to turn this into a full-fledged writing blog. My mind jumped pretty readily to making a closed and highly-regulated blog about my dating escapades, entitled “man-hunting” or something o’ the ilk, but as my dates are few and far between, and that could get awkward really quickly even with name changes, I decided to scrap that idea right up quick.

Which leaves me with no leads. Until I figure something out, I'm going to keep on... doing what I've been doing. Yes.

I used a lot of hyphenated words in this post.

I don't know if I've posted this before, but this is Edinburgh Castle. I am still mildly grieving for my separation from Scotland, if you can't tell.