Huh. Who'd athunk?
This may come off as a bit obnoxious, for which I apologize.
I was sitting drinking chai last night at the Indian restaurant I finally found. It's a nice place - the food, I will admit, is not as good as the place closer to my flat, but the atmosphere is amazing, and it's so much quieter. You can actually eat good food and not have a pounding headache afterwards. Plus, there's a really big camel in the middle which I must get a picture of.
But, yes, digressing. I was sitting there, drinking chai and thinking about my plans for the rest of the month, and it suddenly hit me: I'm actually living the life I hoped I would when I got to Scotland.
I know, I know, it's obnoxious. I'm like a teenager with her first crush, I'm so freaking happy and I want everyone, everywhere to know about it.
But it's weird - I had big thoughts and fantasies about what it would be like to live in China, most of which didn't pan out. And I'm not complaining about the China experience, it just wasn't what I'd hoped for. (It was different and good and great and I'm planning my next stay there, which was part of my thoughts last night.)
When I thought about Scotland, though, I thought about touring castles and seeing amazing Lochs and glens, and meeting all sorts of neat people, and having a job I didn't loathe, and not being terminally bored, and generally just having a care free life, for the most part. And here I am. If I were to complain about anything, it would be that choosing to manage my money so I can travel as often as I do means I don't have as much disposable income as I could want. I can't go out right now and spend a bunch of money on books if I want to go to Inverness this month, or Glastonbury next month, and sometimes that delayed gratification really bothers me. But for the most part (and that's 95% of the part), I'm happy. I'm doing the things I want to do, and I'm doing them when I'm young and free enough to really enjoy them.
*contented sigh* Life is good.