One exam down, one to go and I’m feeling pretty good! Scottish Fiction didn’t pull any punches and I know I did my best on the essays. Development of the Novel, on the other hand, is an entirely different ball of wax. I need really focus on revising for this one. But, on Friday at noon (sounds like an Old Western, doesn’t it?) this semester will be officially over.
With each day, I’m one day closer to leaving Scotland, for the moment at least. Though I will be very glad to see my friends and family again, the thought of it all being over could break my heart. My ‘Highland Fling’, as I’ve affectionately dubbed my last week of traveling, will be a fantastic way to explore a wee bit more of the country before I go. It’s really been a priority of mine to see as much of Scotland as possible, and I still have years to come back and explore even more.
I’m sure the posts might get slightly melodramatic in tone during the next couple of weeks but, can you really blame me? Visiting the United Kingdom has been on my heart since middle school. Now that all my dreams are, honestly, coming true – I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. Like that really sappy angsty-teenager Kelly Clarkson song ‘Breakaway’ I listened to in my parent’s car, I finally did spread my wings and learn how to fly. I did it. I’m away. And, you know, the best lessons I’ve ever learned in life were taught when I have been hundreds, or even thousands, of miles away from home.
To quote someone far more impressive than Miss Clarkson, J. R. R. Tolkien said, “Not all who wander are lost.” In many ways, God has used my wandering spirit to bring me closer to His home. And that’s something to hang my hat on.
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