It seems kind of insane that I’ve only been in Scotland for 6 weeks and already went back to the states for a week and a half. It actually seems crazier that I left Scotland after being there 6 weeks and am still RETURNING to temporary housing.
I hadn’t talked about my venture back stateside on the blog due to my presence being a surprise for my Godfathers wedding. I found out about the wedding a few weeks before moving to Scotland, and sorta, kinda, ignored my brother and mom when they told me it was too much money and too soon to come home already. I asked my SIL if her baby shower could be the weekend before or after the wedding (which it could) and then I realized my best friend would have had her baby by then…all the stars aligned. 3 huge life events, I HAD to be there. Also, the fact that I was able to use points my parents had accrued from their old BA cc to absorb most of the cost helped.
It was kind of emotional coming back home. It didn’t help that I was awake for 24 straight hours, bloated beyond belief, AND lost my fitbit (waaaaaah!). I am crier by trade, and I shed a fair amount of tears moving away, but I didn’t expect the onslaught of tears coming back home after a neigh 6 weeks. It might have had something to do with missing my dad…but regardless, it wasn’t a great travel experience.
The week was jam-packed (post coming) and I think I have once again changed my trip home (in my head) in December. First I said I’d be home 3 weeks, then I went to 2, now I think I might go 2 ½. There’s just so much to do in so little time. And the jet-lag…the general feeling of being tired and in a funk the whole time, only to come back to the UK and feel even worse. You have to make it worth it. And I will HAVE to be running next time as Paris Marathon training will officially be started.
It was great to see so much family and friends- from my Uncle and Goddaughter that live in Phoenix, my brother that lives in NY, friends in Chicago, friends in Fort Wayne…and hey, I came back with good hair- can’t hurt. Despite that now I’m tried and cranky, and generally hate the length, expense, and pain-in-the-ass of the trip, I’m really glad I went. But now my focus is on settling in and setting up a routine in the UK. Because, as it turns out, the movers are coming the day after I land back in the UK! Not ideal (jetlag and E is out of town) but I so eagerly anticipating getting rid of this unsettled feeling. More trip recap soon, then onto the ins and outs, highs and lows of moving.