C is for Cheers

 So I left Edinburgh this last Saturday, and it seems unreal. I miss it already but I’m glad to be home. It’s a very weird sensation. 

Those who know I’ve been abroad will inevitably ask, “Oh, how was Scotland?” and I really appreciate that they ask because they want to know but it’s hard to respond with anything but “oh it was great I really loved it”, so here's the longer answer:

I think overall it was not what I expected, but I liked what it ended up being. I thought I would be drowning in a sea of thick Scottish accents, but I ended up making friends with people from all over the globe. I know so much more about cultures I had never given much thought to and value my own American culture (which exists, also contrary to what I previously thought). I thought the best benefit of being over the legal drinking age is that it would get me into venues, but instead it gave me the joy of enjoying interesting conversations over the oldest and greatest of conversational tools. I thought I would meet the Scottish man of my dreams and ride off into the British sunset but instead I made true friends I think I’ll have for the rest of my life.

If I boil it down to one thought, it’s that Scotland treated me so well. I took classes on things I wanted to learn about but never had time to study on my own. I lived in the middle of an amazing city. I have friends from all over the world who begged me to visit them in these amazing places, and to them I say, you know San Francisco is a place you’ve always wanted to go. :)

Edinburgh, thanks for taking care of me, and I promise I’ll be back. 

Cheers!