A Year at St Andrews...

 The past few weeks have pretty much been about shopping and prepping.

 I had to buy a nice coat. I went to the mall a few weeks ago, saw a coat at one store and feel in love with it, but I decided to wait until I'd seen options at other stores. (Bear with me, or else skip to the next paragraph if you don't want to hear a boring story about coats.) Right enough, I saw another really cute coat at another store. It looked amazing on me. so I was in a dilemma. In the end, I decided to get the first coat.  Later, I regretted that decision as I thought the second coat looked better on me. I went back to the mall a few days later and purchased the second one with the intention of returning the first. After a while and after trying the two coasts on in succession, I figured that the first coat was better because it was sturdier. I was all set to return coat number two. Before I could do that I chanced upon a delightful third coat at another store which was practical and looked good on me. So, in the end, I returned coat number one, and now own coats number two and three. I think I'm happy with my  choices.

On another note, I've had seven cavities filled this week in two sittings. Some people hate going to the dentist, I rather like it and I especially like getting cavities filled. I know, you may think I am peculiar (if you did not think that already) but it's true. I guess I like the sensation of it. The part that I don't like is when the anesthetic starts to wear off. I hate the itchy tingly feeling that comes with it.  Also I wish that the dentist chair that I had to lie in was a bit more cushy. It hurt my head to lie there while the dentist was pushing and pulling on my teeth and jaws.

I've not yet really started to  pack. I cannot believe that I have a mere ten days before I leave. I am starting to feel slightly nervous and  I have these short flashes of emotion like "Wow, I can't believe I'm leaving" or "OMG, I'm scared",  But I'd buried those feelings so deep that I can push them under quite easily again and pretend that everything is normal. And nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen. At all.

I am so overwhelmed with packing right now. Clearing everything I have in my apartment is a very daunting task. On one hand I'm surprised at the amount of stuff I have, yet on the other hand I am completely aware of how all of it got here. Maybe I should have been a little more organized during the year, throwing away unnecessary things as soon as I realise that I don't need them anymore.

 I think I'm about halfway done with the packing. My room looks a mess with bags and boxes everywhere and staying organized is hard. Every time I move from one part of the room to another I think of something else that needs to be done and end up going back and forth.  The Davis heat isn't helping either. I just hope I remember where things are when it comes to unpacking. I also have to keep in mind that some things won't need to be opened for a whole year. It would be lot easier If I knew that I was just moving from one part of Davis to another. Then I know I would just have to open everything again and organization would not matter as much. But now, I have think about stuff that I want to take with me to Scotland. With that in mind, I'm not really doing a very good job of organizing my stuff.

Oh, and if you're wondering if I feel any different about Scotland, I've been so submerged in this wave of packing that I really haven't had time to feel anything. I thought about it a little bit after my final on Thursday,  and I needed a little time to digest the fact that I will not be taking classes at UC Davis for a year. Other than that, I feel the same, like nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen. At all.

Well, back to packing.

Since the site is up, I figure I might as well post something on here.  I don't feel like writing much, because it all still feels so far away. I have a little over a month before I leave. Yes, a whole month, and a few days. And while you might think that that is rather close, I don't feel it yet.

It's like I'm waiting for something big to happen before I actually accept the fact that I'm going. My flight's already booked. For a while I felt like that would be the thing that would make it all real to me. Maybe it's because I'm not done with summer school. Well, summer school ends on Thursday, so I'll let you know if I feel anything then. And if I still don't, maybe it will hit me when I'm packing. Or maybe it just never will.

In the meantime, I'm just going to keep living my life normally; like nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen. At all.