Homesick
We are enjoying a lively discussion of time travel paradox over on craighnaduhn. I always forget how homesick for Scotland reading Diana Gabaldon makes me (and how much I love Lord John Grey, but that's beside the point). And they're not even *in* Scotland in the book I'm reading. It was actually her description of Oxford in the rain that made me long for St Andrews in autumn, with the ancient grey buildings and the cars making rushing sounds over the wet cobblestones and the coziness of pubs and teashops. I miss it so. And it wouldn't be enough to go back for a week or two; what I really want is to live there again. If I could get find a good archaeology postgrad programme, I think I'd be applying right now.
Why yes, I *am* working the late-night shift at the hotel again. Give me a buzz if you're up and about. I am bored.
Edit: Very intrigued by Glasgow's MLitt in Professional Archaeology. I think I will ponder. Though I would much rather live in Edinburgh. They have a good Human Osteology programme. I wish I had the money.
Why yes, I *am* working the late-night shift at the hotel again. Give me a buzz if you're up and about. I am bored.
Edit: Very intrigued by Glasgow's MLitt in Professional Archaeology. I think I will ponder. Though I would much rather live in Edinburgh. They have a good Human Osteology programme. I wish I had the money.