Coals to Newcastle

Kimberlee (noun): Twenty-something girl studying English and Art History in Oregon. Loves literature, record stores, playing Halo, pretending to be artsy, good friends, watching Wes Anderson films, linking arms, watching meteor showers, and doing kitten puzzles from Goodwill.

Okay so I have to book my tickets to and from Scotland NOW so it’s like… real, guys. I’m going to Scotland. AAGGGHHHH WHAT. I keep thinking, “Oh my gosh. What am I doing?  This is crazy.” Like I really want to go, and I’m so excited… but I’m so scared too. Maybe it’s dumb but I can’t help but think things like, “What if I don’t make friends? What if I don’t have fun? What if my classes are too hard? What if I can’t cook for myself? What if I run out of money? What if I end up incompetent and alone in a foreign country?” Okay, cool your jets, Kim. I just can’t believe I’m doing it. 

okay okay this is a thing that’s happening

  1. cinnamonkites said: the anticipation/packing/looong plane ride parts are the worst. but it’s all worth it, and it’s going to be amazing. i promise. :)
  2. jeffersoncampbell said: TAKE ME WITH YOU THEN YOU’LL HAVE A FRIEND. (not that you’ll have trouble anyway. I’m sure you’re the best of all the people at making friends.)
  3. tinkersandtoymakers said: WHEN ARE YOU GOING? IF I CAN ACTUALLY MUSTER UP THE MONIES FOR VISIT AVI IN LONDON, MAYBE I CAN TRAIN TO VISIT YOU IN SCOTLAND??? IDK. I’M THINKING DECEMBER.
  4. oscillateswildly said: you suck. no really, i’m just jealous.
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