However, I'm far too extroverted to keep quiet. Surprise, surprise!
I guess this will once again transition back to being a repository of thoughts; a place where I can just vent to the world, whilst still knowing that the world doesn't really care--which actually makes me feel better. I always function better when I can record my thoughts. Whether they be spoken too someone, written long day (which usually makes my arm hurt) or just type them down here.
That's what this will be. I don't really know what direction I'll take it in. I'm sure that if something Scotland related peaks my interest then I'll talk about it here. Or something football (soccer) related, or political in anyway. But by no means will that limit the content.
So it's nearing the end of July--already. Home has been a nice place to be, despite the fact that "home" has shifted from an old farm house on one side of South Portland, to a much newer condo on the other side. Maine is always a refreshing place to be, especially in the summer. The weather is warm (often too much so, considering the lack of central air in this part of the world) and the people are friendly. It was obvious once I stepped foot on Maine soil again, some two months ago, why I love this place so much, and why I hope to be able to live here long term.
Yet, Maine does have its drawbacks. Friends have decided to go elsewhere for summer internships, and overall, the sweet, laid-back reality of "school boy summers" have made way for the more frantic pace of the real world. All my friends, and myself of course, have taken on more permanent positions, with more important responsibilities, and that creates a dearth of hang-out time. Schedules are packed more easily, and for the most part, down time is spent alone with my XBOX or my computer, or just thinking about life, rather than romping about. I guess it's good to get a taste of this before the actual world comes into fruition in June.
But the lack of things to do leaves me yearning for Bates even more. This feeling is definitely accentuated by the fact that I wasn't there last semester, as well as by the fact that I only have one more year to spend there. Combined, these realities make me anxious to get started. Thesis seems to be the placeholder until classes get going. No surprise that I'm already stressing about, and trying to get research done in a feeble attempt to ward off the demons. I know the whole year--thesis and all--will turn out just fine, but the anticipation is killing me.
That's where things stand at this point. Maine is wonderful, but even the sound of bagpipes, or the roar of the Ibrox crowd on any recording will quickly transport be back across the Atlantic. I can only hope that Scotland and I are only separated for a short span of time.
