Wow. Just... wow.

This has quite probably been the most stressful two weeks of my life. Packing is stressful enough. Doing it twice is annoyingly stressful. Doing it twice, then missing your flight, then showing up at the wrong gate before FINALLY catching your (my) flight is basically unbearable.

I haven’t slept in I-don’t-know-how-many-hours, so this will probably either short and rambly or long and rambly. Thank god for spellcheck. And internet connections, while we’re counting our blessings.

So! I just arrived in Edinburgh. My bed is half made. I gave up halfway through getting the duvet cover on, because it’s ridiculously enormous. Which I suppose I’ll be grateful for in a few months when winter sets in, but right now I’m just beyond caring about it. (But I have a pillow!!! I am not beyond caring about that. :) At ALL.)

There are no elevators in my building. I’m on the seventh floor. (Sixth? Maybe.) I also have two fifty-pound suitcases, a backpack, and a duffel bag. OH MY GOD SO TIRED is all I really have to say about that. A very nice French girl offered to help me get my stuff up, but I don’t think she realized how much god-awful-ness would be involved because she definitely pulled the “I’m French and don’t speak any English so I’m leaving now because this goddamn luggage weighs a ton” routine.

She was nice enough to help for four flights, though, so I didn’t call her on it.

I have my own room, which is wonderful. There’s more furniture in here than I know what to do with. For some reason, there’s another, smaller desk beneath the regular desk. I don’t know what to do with it quite yet. Maybe I’ll just… put it in the middle of the floor. After I finish unpacking and hide my suitcases. Or block the door with it?

I also have a phone. (And internet. Thank god. Again. Hallelujah and all that.) And bookshelves!

Pictures (possibly a video) to come. After I find my converter and charge my camera.