Where is the CVS?

You know what I love?

Receiving emails from a person called Liam. That just doesn't happen in the States!

Moving on, the hardest thing about being abroad really is the little things. I spoke with a friend about this. Amazingly, it's not opening a bank account or getting your books or figuring out where your classes are or figuring out the transportation system. I think it's because one expects all those things. The hardest things are the small, unexpected incidents.

For example, Tuesday night, I cut myself with a kitchen knife. Now, normally this would be a little painful, but I would just run get a bandaid and antibiotic from the bathroom or else run out to the CVS. But here, I ran the cut under water and then just stood staring at it for a good few minutes. I hadn't planned for cuts! And I had nothing. I had no bandaid, no first aid kit, no antibiotic ointment. Nothing. Not even a paper towel.

It really is the little things that make life seem so hard and just so foreign.  And I think further, it's doing them on one's own.

Today, my mousepad on my computer quit working. Now, in the States, this would, of course, be an inconvenience, but a quick run to Best Buy would clear it all up and I would just use some other computer or mobile device until then. But here, I'm pretty sure (as it was first thing in the morning and I hadn't had my coffee yet) I thought life was just barely worth living anymore. (Perhaps that's a bit dramatic, but it gets the point across).

Scotland is still great in its dark, gruff, cheery way. I'm still adjusting though.

On the plus side though, I got to wear a red rain coat today. So that was exciting.