I've been here how long?

I do have a number of things to post about... a couple of trips up to the Highlands, school, and all that jazz. Right now if time could be bottled and sold, I'd be in queque to buy a couple of litres. But, it isn't, so I can't. So you're just going to have to settle for a little bit of whimsy for now. ;-)

It's amazing the stuff you see when you're not looking. I was standing in the kitchen with my flatmate, Isabel, and we were talking about me leaving in less than a month. It's one of those weird situations where I'm excited to be going back home, but at the same time I'm sad to be leaving some really wonderful friends. It's a strange thing to share your life with a group of people for 9 months, and then suddenly leave them with the full knowledge that there will be oceans and borders aplenty between you.

So I was looking out the window as I was talking to her, stretching myself out of the chair shape I've gotten my back into and contemplating how to reconcile these seemingly irreconcilable feelings, when I see these in the distance:

I've been here for 8 months, and I have not once noticed those windmills. Not once. It's had to have been too hazy to see that far, but then again I also looked out the kitchen window for a good 3 months before I realized I could see Glasgow Green too. Maybe I just saw them because I wasn't looking.

Anyway, that's your "moment of Zen" for today (please don't sue me, John).