Glasgow?

Strathclyde e-mailed me this morning-that's Glasgow.

Somehow, the appearance of this e-mail has settled my recently conflicting emotions on going overseas again. I was feeling as if I was being selfish and petulant by wanting to leave the country again. I was considering just telling my mother that I wanted to go to Madison and forget going away again.

But with Strathclyde finally e-mailing me, I feel like maybe I've found where I want to go. Finally. Glasgow is a bit bigger and seems a lot further away than Aberystwyth (hope I spelled that right) or Leeds, but I wanted to go to Scotland again. Here lies my chance.

It was really odd this morning. I saw that e-mail and all the tension I've been feeling for three or four days now just left me. Just felt this weird peaceful thing, like maybe I'm going to the right place after all.

But first, I'm hoping to figure out what classes I need to take for my last semester here. Being all ready to go to Scotland doesn't mean that I can go if I haven't finished getting my degree here first.

With that hurdle out of the way, things will move a little faster than they're moving right now.

In other news, my Grandma Sackett is getting out of the hospital today, I hope. She was having trouble breathing last week and when my aunt suggested she go to the doctor, her heart rate was 180 beats a minute.

Needless to say, that ain't natural, so they admitted her to the hospital and have been spending the last little bit of time getting her heart rate back down where it should be. And despite bitchy head nurses giving Grandma her meds at the wrong time and not letting her up out of bed, it sounds like Gram's going to get through this one.

So, I'm calming down about leaving again and Grandma's heart is apparently misbehaving less than it was doing a week ago.

As the great David Tennant once said, Everything's coming up Doctor.

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