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To the International Student Blog September third 2017, loading up an exceptionally foreseen plane, grasping the recolored handles of a fairly developed bit of gear. An apprehensive grin, tears shimmering in difficult eyes. Truly I need to move to Scotland. Truly I love Dundee. No I am not terrified. Words that despite everything reverberated in before discussions with troubled guardians as they attempted to persuade their persistent girl to remain at home and attempt the pleasant, little college somewhere around the waterway. I'm not going to mislead anybody, the moment I began loading onto that plane I was essentially pooping myself. Annabelle what were you thinking? You have never been to Scotland. You don't have a clue what's in store all I have heard were lushes moving in kilts. To be completely forthright, that wasn't even fantastical. I mean I didn't have the foggiest idea what Scottish seems like. I despite everything don't have the foggiest idea what it seems like. The moment I appear to get the hang of it you simply need to toss in headdin, boggin, or whatever else. Seriously, slow down. I am still just becoming acclimated to the sound of yes. In any case, my family thought I had gone totally crazy. Particularly in the wake of checking the climate conjecture. They disclosed to me I was destined to get discouraged. Truth be told, there are times I gaze out at the miserable mists and the thick downpour and attempt to recall what it feels like to have the delicate beams of sun stimulate my face. We can generally dream right? So essentially, after that inward strife and a full power of individuals sentencing me to being intellectually sick, it wasn't to be unforeseen that I wound up having an all out fit of anxiety on that plane. Indeed. The entire thing: From sweat-soaked hands, to hustling heart, to hosed vision. It was very humiliating really. Particularly when I must be set on the floor and a specialist was called to my side. I even got my own VIP get: an emergency vehicle. Quick forward to Tuesday sixth November 2018, I am composing a blog entry for the understudy blog with Pixie, my British Shorthair little cat, murmuring in my lap and Klara, my flatmate, going on about how chaotic I leave the kitchen. Here I am, a marginally more seasoned, somewhat progressively develop, marginally increasingly advanced understudy thinking about the previous year. Alright who am I joking I am as yet the chaos I was a year back. In any case, you get my point. At any rate back to the wistful blog entry: Here I am thinking about the previous year contemplating on an inquiry my mum had posed: Annabelle, OK do it once more? OK get onto that plane and face those difficulties everywhere? Here is the thing. Truly it was hard. Truly I had a huge amount of understanding Scottish slang to do. Indeed I tried things I shouldn't have attempted and said stuff I shouldn't have said. It wasn't generally the smoothest ride. Be that as it may, damn right I'd do it once more. Every last bit of it. From the fit of anxiety to the way of life to the investigating of my sexuality. Everything. So to you my universal chicken, who is going to load up that alarming plane and has guardians instructing you not to: Do it. You will have a great time. You will meet the most astonishing individuals and develop into the most grounded, most free form of yourself. You will find things you are prepared to do and things you wish to accomplish. You will be a flushed among lushes who is adoring the ride Scotland needs to give.