Church Hunting

Scotland and I have this great relationship. I come over here to "study" and then they give me about half the work I would have in the States; It's great. I just wrote out my schedule and it looks like I go to classes about six hours a week, three days a week. But I'm sure I'll be given reading to fill all of the lonely hours.

Don't worry, Lucy, Mom, and Dad, I'll be doing something. Stop the judgement. It's not my fault.

I went Church-hunting yesterday. It's funny, I did this while I was in Aberdeen too and the thing I always miss the most is knowing the worship songs. They're in the same language, so that's a bonus, and one would think that would do it for familiarity, but it just doesn't. The tunes, words, and rhythms are always just ever-so-slightly different here. Takes some getting used to.

At the first church I visited, which shall go unnamed. I was sitting next to Alban and two other men. I was the furthest inside the pew and the two men were on the outside. When the two men sat down an elderly man (who had been sitting behind me and Alban since we got in) came up and introduced himself to the two men. And then to Alban. And then he walked away. No -- before you call me hypersensitive -- I was not too far in for him to reach. We were sitting in front of a bar that had space before another series of pews. It's fine though. No offense taken. As I looked around the church I realized I was either the only, or one of three women wearing makeup. An elderly woman also looked at me often while I was singing -- I think I may have been being too loud. All that said, I may still be on the hunt for a church.