Groundhog’s Day

Holy haggis, it’s February. What. As if I’ve already been here for over a month?! It’s so strange. This is going to be a decent sized blog post…so hang in there! You can make it to the end, I know you can!

Only now has it been hitting me how much I miss the most random things from home. Like late night taco and treat runs with my roomies, Wal-Mart (sorry mom), Ale8, Mongolian Barbeque, Chipotle, Panera Bread, and Wendy’s spicy chicken sandwich. Clearly I’m hungry considering all I miss is food…so…

I also miss super American things like Groundhog’s Day, Martin Luther King Day, the Superbowl…commercials, and snow days. Although I may be missing some things, I’m gaining even more! I had my first ever burns supper whilst here and we read poems, played bagpipes, played trivia games and ate loads of haggis (which by the way, I love).

The Wild Packs team (minus Ash) at burns supper!

The Wild Packs team (minus Ash) at burns supper!

Anywho, since I last wrote, I’ve been flying through work weeks and enjoying some relaxing weekends. I started swimming and the gym and forgot how much I love that. It’s easily one of the most relaxing workouts besides yoga. It’s not easy, don’t get me wrong, but floating through the water I feel so calm and I don’t think about anything. It’s a good stress reliever.

This past weekend Ash, Tom and I went to St. Andrews to visit Mark and I LOVED IT.

Prom in St. Andrews.

Prom in St. Andrews.


Mark gets to go to class HERE. I would never be able to focus.


This used to be a CASTLE. Can you believe it? Now it looks like a PuttPutt course.

1507908_10151847676616949_504928902_n 1625477_10151847674976949_2022171637_nIt is seriously one of the prettiest little towns I’ve ever been in. It’s right on the sea and naturally, I wanted to run in slow motion humming the Chariots of Fire theme on the beach. So I did just that.  ( I’ve never even seen Chariots of Fire though, just that one famous scene, does that make me a hypocrite?

See? Neat.

See? Neat.

I also got a wee look around the famous St. Andrews Links golf course and boy, is it a beaut. If I was a golfer, I’m sure I would appreciate it even more than I did.


LARP. Yes, apparently this happens in real life…not just in the movie Role Models.


St. Andrews Links


Gorgeous sea before the tide came in.




Stop and look at the wee puppy. Adorable.

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There’s also the most gorgeous cemetery and broken down cathedral. It took my breath away. Thinking about how someone once upon a time built something so magnificent with their bare hands, that parts of it were still standing hundreds of years later, just blows my mind.  I could have walked through that old cemetery for hours. Not sure if that makes me sentimental and artsy or creepy. Maybe a combination of all three? I find graveyards to be extremely peaceful, and even if people are talking around me, I still feel a quiet that is only there. I love reading the stones and thinking of the backgrounds and history there. Some stones mention how they died, how old they were, and then you find some really intriguing ones with stories. I love those. While we were there, a couple of kids were actually playing hide and seek amongst the graves and I found myself thinking ironically as I did walking through the Dunfermline Abbey and I posted that photo of a club called LIFE next to the graveyard. Watching the kids chase each other and giggle was like looking at a spectrum of life with myself in the middle. They have not a care in the world, and I’m not even sure they realized exactly where they were playing. It was kind of moving and had me thinking about my own life and the journey I’ve taken. That’s the thing about cemeteries; if you really take the time to appreciate them rather than thinking of death and horror, they can really be something quite beautiful and heart-warming. I appreciate life, and seeing some of the stones with people living to a hundred years old, I know that they once appreciated living the same way.IMG_7870 IMG_7871 IMG_7878 IMG_7879 IMG_7880 IMG_7883 IMG_7885 IMG_7888 IMG_7889

Sorry for getting all deep and poetic there when this blog is intended for some light-hearted fun reading about my time in the UK. I just thought I’d share a more intense side of me for a minute.

So I’ll go back to talking about how it is February already. Craaaaaaaaaaazy. I’m also going to be 23 in 16 days. That means Taylor Swift has 16 days to write a super catchy new jingle about how being 23 is the new 22.

If anyone was wondering what I want for my birthday, it would be a timex digital, waterproof watch from Target. Preferably yellow, black will do. None of the girly colors, I don’t like purple or pink. Yuck. Those usually run about $13.00. If you’re curious as to why I am asking for this it is because my other one (that I wear EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF EVERY SINGLE DAY) broke and I’m heartbroken. I haven’t found one here that I like and it’s because I was so attached to my old one. I’m finding it hard to survive the day. I never realized how much I relied on it until it was gone. Tears. Other than that, I’m good to go. Feel free to fly out Ashley, Carla and Kelsey if anyone is feeling reeeeeeeallly generous…as I miss them and FaceTime doesn’t do them justice. Also, for anyone (if anyone is actually reading this in the first place) who is in the Scotland region and would like to join the peeps and I in Edinburgh on my birthday weekend, you’re more than welcome.

Once again, I’m finding myself just ranting and not really talking about anything exciting, but I feel liberated when I write. It’s a good time. You’re welcome for distracting you from class or work. Tonight the Wild Packs team stayed late in the office to send out some totally awesome t-shirts for our future campies to get them pumped for camp! I’m going to come home weighing 6000 pounds…

Office pizza party. What team? WILDPACKS.

Office pizza party. Photo courtesy of Jenny who is so dedicated to healthy eating that she wouldn’t even dig into this deliciousness! Proud of that one.  What team? WILDPACKS.

So, if you’re still reading this, you can breathe a sigh of relief. I’m finished and I thank you for your time. You may now go back to whatever you’re doing five hours behind me. Happy afternoon for ya’ll!

Let’s continue to live, and appreciate the life we’re living and I’ll catch you soon.


“Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.” –William Faulkner


One thought on “Groundhog’s Day

  1. Reading this made me feel that I was right there with you. Wish I could be. I will wish you an early happy birthday. The weather has been so very cold I am not sure when I will get to the post office. Love you.


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