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It just hit me that I’ll be in Edinburgh in two and a half weeks.

And I’ll be stuck there (willingly?) for five months.

Reasons why I’m worried:

• I cannot cook. I will live in a flat. With a kitchen. And I will need to feed myself.
• I am inept at making new friends. People’s first impression of me are usually along the lines of “wow what a bitch.” Granted, this was only Tim’s….but I can just imagine. I am nice, right?!??!
• I don’t like rain. Currently in the process of finding a good raincoat. But since when have raincoats ever looked attractive on anyone? Especially a desperate girl in hopes of snaring an oblivious Scot. (just kidding…really)
• Emily Cao tells me the only thing I will have to live on is Haggis. It sounds disgusting.
• Apparently the internet there is sketch.
• I will need to stuff everything I own into ONE suitcase, a carry-on, and a purse. Why did I decide to book British Airways?? What kind of airline only allows you one checked luggage for an international flight. Seriously.
• This is beginning to sound like a bunch of petty whining complaints so I will stop now.

Reasons why I’m excited:

• The only countries I’ve ever been to are China, Canada, and the U.S. And since I grew up in China and the US, those two don’t really count. And Canada…doesn’t really count either. This will be my first time venturing to Europe…I’m sure it won’t disappoint.
• I read a lot of historical romance novels. Most of them take place in Victorian England. I plan on traveling to/around London. Like Hyde Park? And other places… but that’s actually the only name I remember -_-
• I won’t know anyone. Or anything. That should be exciting, right? 
• I will need to learn to cook.
• I will need to make new friends.
• I will get to look at castles. 
• I will acquire a Scottish accent (well, I better). 

I am hopeful. If I am lonely and sad and lock myself up in my bedroom every day, then you will know because I will constantly be on skype seeking the virtual comfort of the American friends I ditched. Some are still mad at me (sorry!). But I trust it will be okay.

As long as it doesn’t unfold like the string of disasters that colored my first semester of freshman year, I’m sure I won’t have anything to worry about.

Because hey dude, I’m so much wiser now. Mistakes won’t repeat themselves. I’ll keep an open mind and make sure a smile is glued to my face at all times.

Everything will be okaaaaay.