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.