Why hello there!
I’ve officially arrived in St Andrews, and although the beginning was a tad shaky, I LOVE IT HERE. I’m already extremely jealous of the students who get to spend an entire four years here because it’s everything I ever wanted in a university. I love my home university, but I have extra perks here, like a small town that’s easy to walk around.
Getting here was atrocious. The actual flight from Boston to Heathrow wasn’t that bad. They fed me, no one sat next to me, and I got a full thirty minutes of sleep! I was obviously hoping to sleep more, but alas, you can’t always get what you want. The real fun started in Heathrow. I had about an hour and a half to get through customs and security and to get to my gate. I thought all would be easy since I didn’t have to leave terminal five, but how very wrong I was. I walked forever just to get to customs (with a twenty pound bag filled with clothes and heavy backpack filled with electronics), but that wasn’t even the worst walk. I got lucky at customs and made it there while the line was short, and minutes after I got there the line got wicked long. If I had been at the back of that line rather than the front I would’ve missed my connection, so someone was looking out for me.
After customs I had to go through security which wasn’t really a huge problem, but I did have trouble because I had to constantly put my heavy bag down and pick it back up and so on and so forth. Then, after getting through security I figured getting to my gate would be a breeze. No one airport terminal can really be THAT big right? Wrong. Dead wrong. Heathrow, I’ve decided, is not an airport. It is a mall that happens to have airplanes take off from it. Long story short I walked forever and ever and got sweaty and stinky and finally made it to my plane. Where I was sat in the very last row. Because I really needed to do more walking. If I had been ten minutes later it would’ve left without me.
The shuttle from Edinburgh was uneventful. Move in was pretty uneventful too. Lots of me wanting to go home and feeling like I made a bad choice (I like to doubt myself, you see). BUT THEN I made a friend. A very nice friend named Abi. And she introduced me to her friends and I met some other JSA’s and now everything is just amazing. And I’d give anything to never have to go home. And that’s all I have to say about it.
Until the next adventure.
P.S. Sorry about the lack of photos, I haven’t had much of a chance to wander and take them. They’re coming, I promise!
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