Three years ago I woke up jet lagged and with a Xanax hangover. But I was in Scotland, so it was ok. I remember my first day; it was beautiful- warm and sunny. I wandered around the shopping area, had a coffee, and finally made my way to uni, where I proceeded to get lost tying to find the St. Andrews building. I’ve never been any good with maps.
It’s so crazy and weird to think about how I’m still here. I mean if you told me three and a half years ago that I’d be living in the UK, I would have told you you were insane. But here I am.
Here’s to the next three years.