Living in fear

When my father was a young boy, every killing and waste of human life in the Gaza Zone was front page news and broadcast on TV and radio.
I never experienced such a broadcasting until September 11th 2001. That is when my whole life could have been upped, and I could have started living in fear.

The inevitable change

... and how it happens without permission

One of the things I struggled with right after coming home from Glasgow was stillness. I felt like I had changed so much, and everything at home was still very much the same. I marveled at the speed with which I fell back into my old routines, even though I was no longer the same person.

August: Home

It's months since I came home, and I've been holding out on doing this entry as I wasn't even sure I wanted to, but "Glasgow" hasn't ended for me yet, and I am sure it won't. I might be home in my own apartment, in my own bed (yay!), but I still miss Glasgow, a lot. Even more on days when it rains.

Week 15: "My heart's in the highlands..."

I have traveled Scotland far and wide, and I have managed to travel from one end of Great Britain to the other in just under a day.
I have experienced Scottish weather, and I have fallen in love with the country and lost my heart in the highlands.

Week 14 #3: 50 Shades of...

I was in Aberdeen this past Sunday. It rained. And it is probably the first time while being in Scotland that I have witnessed actual Scottish rain. And it doesn't rain vertically like it would anywhere else in the world. It rains horizontally. I'm not kidding you, and it feels like small bullets are thrown in our face. Also, umbrellas are not good for anything because they just get broken.

Week 14 #2: 101 to survival in Scotland

So, I've been in Scotland almost 14 weeks now, and while I have come to feel quite at home with Scottish society, it is also very, very different from Denmark where I come from. I thought I'd list those differences here:

Week 14 #1: Week of good-byes

This is a weird entry to write for me. Realizing that this is my last week in Glasgow, and with last comes a lot of see ya laters, and I don't like doing that. I don't like leaving friends, knowing it might be quite a while before I will be able to see them again, but they days are passing, and while I wish I had more numbers I just have to make the best of those left at my disposal.