A Great Story Waiting to be Told

Well I am off to Scotland tomorrow. I have been alive these last few days, although just barely. I have been quite ill. I don't know if it is really bad allergies, a cold, or a mild version of the ever dreaded Martian Death Cold. So I have been asleep a lot and kind of spacey, which of course explains why I am up in the middle of the night, my body now recognizes that sleep happens a few hours at a time and I must convince it that nono please let me sleep through on 'till dawn.

So Scotland. I am really really excited about it. I am looking forward to some adventure and some nature and some good ol' fashion non-university atmosphere. I am excited to get outside and take some pictures. See the animals, meet the people, drink the drinks and eat the food of somewhere new.

My bags are packed. We aren't leaving 'till ten, but I have to do some reading and legwork after class so that I can afford to do this time wise.

There is just something about traveling and questing. There is something idealistic, beautiful and optimistic about discovering new and interesting places and people. I don't know, I really don't know what I am trying to say, but I am sure that I am excited to do something new.

I am not sure that I am going to have time tomorrow to write so I will probably see you all on the flip side. Off to the land of Pipes and Golf and Single Malt. Three things that I love. Plus men are confident wearing skirts, so there's that.

Of course we all have our limits, but how can you possibly find your boundaries unless you explore as far and as wide as you possibly can? I would rather fail in an attempt at something new and uncharted than safely succeed in a repeat of something I have done.
-A. E. Hotchner-