I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting over the past couple of days, thinking back over my time in Glasgow, trying to define it, to label it, to understand it. But there aren’t really words to express the enormity of what this semester has meant to me. I could write for hours and still walk away thinking I hadn’t expressed myself quite right. How do you quantify an entire semester?
- 5 countries
- 12 takeoffs and landings (and at least 3 to go)
- 33.7 gigabytes of photographs and video
- 110 days
- 14,650 words
And then there’s the unquantifiable, unqualifiable. The hours spent walking, the light in the trees in Kelvingrove Park, the countless cups of tea consumed, the inability to decipher what the hell Scottish people are saying, the struggle to write essays, the banality of reading about the Scottish Enlightenment, the thrill of watching films for class, the sunrise on the Isle of Skye, looking out over Paris from Monmartre, walking in the street because the sidewalks are too icy, standing in front of Van Gogh’s Almond Blossom, eating caramel shortbreads at the Elephant House, that incessant Scottish rain…
And of course, the friends. Always the friends.
The time has come to say goodbye to this beautiful semester. Thank you, Scotland. I will miss you.
Until next time…