This weekend, I had the pleasure of going up to the slopes to ski. I normally board, as I have been snowboarding for the past 10 years or so. However, I decided to try out skiing. It has been a long time since I last skied; I believe the last time was when I was 10 or 11. The first run was awkward. I kept trying to tail and heel as if I was on a snowboard. I didn’t quite know how to stop; the whole pizza method was not working well for me. I fell several times, only to have trouble getting back up and putting my skis back on. However, by the end of the day, I was able to do the blue-rated slopes and carve. That still wasn’t enough. I still lost balance and fell several times on both blue and green slopes, and was a wee bit afraid whenever I picked up a lot of speed. And the later it got on the day, the more tired I was and the less quality my runs became. By the end of the day, I was somewhat upset at myself for being afraid of going fast. I guess I just expect too much of myself. Like I should be good at everything, even when I’ve only just re-learned to ski today. A part of me expected to be able to go quickly and go on blue runs easily. Granted, I did achieve a steep learning curve in those hours. But I guess I was just hoping to be just as good as people who have skied most of their lives. Which is a bit absurd, but that’s just how I am. Maybe when school is over and I have money and time, I will get a ski pass and learn how to snowboard AND ski well. but for now, it’s all in my dreams.
Yes, I know. I was doing sooo well with my weekly blogs, and then I just all of a sudden stopped. I have no excuses, other than the fact that I was too busy living in Glasgow to blog about it. I was in denial of the fact that I was leaving.
It’s been a month since I have been back in the states, and I’m still having withdrawals. At first, I believed that I was only missing Glasgow because I missed Angus. But I was wrong. I miss the people there, I miss the rain, I miss the accent. I miss my weekly piping lessons with Glenn, and him asking about Angus and me not practicing my chanter enough. I miss walking 5-6 miles away to Uni, then to City Centre, then back to Uni, and then back to my flat. I miss the Uni system and all the crazy uni students that drank until their livers stopped functioning. I miss my flatmates and our crazy nights out and our chill nights in playing card games and making food. I miss being abroad in general. Everytime Bastille’s song, Pompeii, comes up, I always think back of all the times I was dancing at Viper, the classy establishment. I saw someone dressed in a kilt at Global Gala, and of course, we were instant friends. I crave whisky all the time, even though I didn’t have THAT much whisky while in Glasgow. The little things.
Don’t take me wrong, I love Denver. But it must be the post study-abroad blues. I try not to talk about and compare Glasgow to the United States too much; I’m sure it would annoy my friends and family if I did.
As of now, I’m taking my full load of 18 credits, 5 classes and work. Fortunately, my friends understand my busy schedule and we usually only see each other when we are studying together or working out together. I’m studying most of my free time away, and every once in a while, I get to skype with Angus. We are both so busy with school that half our skype dates turn into study skype dates. But that’s okay because that’s what I need. He makes me happy, and even though we’re literally an ocean away, I know that a large part of my productiveness the past month has been due to him.
Anyways, enough of the corniness. This blog will now comprise of mainly wanderlust-type of reblogs, the occasional vent, my life adventures and whatever else that suits my fancy. We will see where life takes me. Adventures awaits. But before that, gotta study for biochem!