Well well well! I felt a final wrap-up post was necessary here. I don't really know what to say, but I have been randomly thinking about it.
First off, it is great to be home! I know some think of PEI as boring (I have been known to fall into that category) but there is something to be said for being able to go home and fall right back into your groove with minimal effort. Some may insist PEI never changes, but I like to take the positive spin on it and say it is consistant. I wish I had an extra week or so here before heading to Orlando, but it's too late to do anything about that.
People apparently "grow" when they go off the typical life path and do new things, such as moving to a new country. I never really felt I grew much or changed much while I was gone, but since having time to reflect after being home I do think I changed some and perhaps grew as well. For example, when I first left for Scotland I frequently fashioned faux-pas'ed by wearing blue eyeliner. Now I chose to faux-pas by wearing blue mascara.
It's kind of funny because it was never a dream of mine to go to Scotland. I wanted to spend a few months in London at some point but that never really crossed my mind when contemplating what to do post-graduation. In fact, I didn't even really have a huge desire to travel in Europe, I was more interested in exploring North America. As Shannon and my parents can atest to, I was rather hesitant about committing to a move to Edinburgh, a place I have never heard of prior to January 2004. Turns out those three were very wise, and the move was worth my temporary heartwound ten times over! (No offense to the other half of my at-the-time relationship but, despite many good times, it was rather obvious that one wasn't going to be a lifer.)
I never really got too homesick during my stint away. The hardest was seeing other people go home, be it friends for a holiday or saying good-bye to my parents when they visited. I had some bad days, to be sure, but I always knew it was temporary and realised I would get over it.
I made some amazing friends in Edinburgh whom, without, I know I would not have enjoyed my time nearly as much. I do like my alone time, but can handle being by myself in only small doses. (Exhibit A: traveling Europe May 2005.) When you're so far away from home your friends become a second, non-blood family. (See Sundae Sunday [Easter] and Thanksgiving.)
One day at work I made a list of all the different cities/towns/villages I have been in the world and was pretty impressed. I know many could easily top the list, but I realised that if I had stayed in Ch'town for the sixteen months and someone showed me a list of places he/she had been to that was the exact same as my current, actual list I would be pretty jealous. So that is one way I know I made the right choice back in March 2004 - if someone else had did exactly what I had did these past months I would have been jealous. Very, very jealous. And I know it's true because I remember how jealous I used to get when I got emails from Heidi when she was in France during my first year at UPEI.
I really don't think moving overseas is for everyone. Although Scotland is an english-speaking country with a robust, developed economy, the potential for culture shock is still there. I don't think it ever hit me in a culture-shock-everything-is-so-different-and-terrible kind of way, but perhaps because that was one of the things I was looking forward to. Not to say I'm immune to it or anything, toss me in Asia and I'm sure I'd panick! Regardless, when you're homesick or lonely, wandering about in unfamiliar territory (*cough* Switzerland) just reminds you how far away you are from home.
I think a huge factor in living over seas is how one handles a problem. It's easy to make a mountain out of a molehill, but why bother? I lost my wallet tonight. It had a credit card in it and some money. So the money is gone and the credit card is canceled. Really, it could have been worse. (However, I find it retarded that I managed six weeks of almost consecutive travel and did not lose a THING but have lost three sets of keys on PEI since Xmas and my wallet today. What can I say? Canada makes me disorganised ;) )
After talking to some fellow expats I think one of the hardest things people deal with when moving someone is finding accommodation. It's quite a feeling to get off a plane in a city you have never seen before with 20+ kg of your life and realise you do not have a place to live, a job, a bank account, etc. I actually really like the feeling, but I have friends/former flatmates who said the temptation to turn around and leave after a few days of an unsuccessful flat or job hunt can be pretty strong.
I guess I'm rather proud of myself for what I've done over the past sixteenish months and my friends who have done the same thing. If you asked me last year in March, May or even August how long I expected to stay in Scotland I never thought I would be there until almost the end of August this year. Heh - even in May of this year I didn't expect to be in Scotland this summer! However, when you have a good thing going it can be hard to step away, but I think I needed to. I've wanted to work at Disney since I was eleven-years old, and I think by the time my Disney term is up next September I'm going to be a bit ansy to find some form of stability in my life. A flat in which I plan to spend more than twelve months will be pretty desirable by that point!
In conclusion, here are some things I've learned about myself or just learned in general ~
- I'm surprisingly good at reading maps!
- Beer bellies are called so for a very good reason. Sigh.
- A customer who sounds like he is ordering a "twisty and coke" and a "twisty with ice" probably actually wants a whisky and coke and a whisky with ice.
- I'm brave enough to go to a social event at which I will know no-one by myself.
- Haggis is good.
- Chocolate is Suisse is good. Too good.
- I prefer palm trees and water to mountains. However, when I woke up during my snooze on my Lugano - Zurich train ride (Switzerland) and saw beautiful snow-capped and green mountains I was pretty darn amazed.
- Next time I would do a night less in Lugano and try out Bellinzona.
- My Spanish is surprisingly decent! One of my most proud moments in the past year was when I booked two pension rooms in Taragona in Spanish and not a word of English. I also managed to hold a conversation with a bloke in Barcelona and got my point across most places except one dreadful day at the train station.
- I know I took French for a reason in jr high/high school for a reason, and that reason is France. I loved France. EVERY place I was in France.
- I hate filing. Oh my GOD I HATE FILING.
- Canadian guys do rate waaay up there overall. Be it sense of humour, looks, friendless, whatever. Do your husband shopping in Canadia ;)
- I can play lacrosse!! Not extremely well, but it was a new sport for me and I had a ball learning it.
- Spain is amazing. I want to go back. I MUST go back.
- I handle problems well.
- I handle irn-bru and extra-classy vodka not so well.
- I can't do stilletos on cobblestone.
- Apparently, Canadian accents are cool.
- ISIC cards are amazing.
- I am lucky. Seriously. I met many awesome people in the past sixteen months. I had a pretty good flat for thirteen months. My parents came to Scotland together to visit me, my mum traveled in France with me, my dad made a solo trip to Scotland to see me, and I got to meet up with friends from home in London for a weekend. I never had anything stolen. I forgot my keys only once and someone was home anyway. My phone still works, despite having dropped it on the ground many times. Despite being gone for many months my friends at home still welcome me right back into our circle.
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