Happy New Year...Updates and plans

I'm a wee bit late. Oops.

Being rather ill and therefore lacking sufficient motivation to do, well, things that should be done, I figured it's high bloody time I set to writing stuff down again.

So it's 2015, has been for some time now, and I suppose updates are in order. Woo!

I returned from Ireland on December 21st, and it was the single most difficult thing I have ever had to do in my entire life. I bid farewell to Scotland the weekend before, and I was an emotional wreck for the better part of a fortnight. I found my soul in Scotland, and left it there. So when I left, I felt like a shattered porcelain doll. As soon as the plane lifted off the ground I dissolved into tears, and was fairly dehydrated by the time I landed in Montreal. The only thing that sustained me, and still does, is the notion that I will be going back. People have asked me why, seeing as I've already been. The answer is very simple - because I can't not go back.

Twenty days after my return, I was back on a plane, this time in the opposite direction. We flew across North America and the Pacific to Bangkok, starting another set of brilliant adventures. Though I loved my time in Asia and deeply value everything I learned while I was there, I can't say I was teary-eyed at the thought of coming home.

I've been working constantly since I got back, here and there and everywhere.

A year ago, I had started planning a volunteer project in Madagascar for the month of March, which very obviously didn't happen. As disappointed as I was, and am, I can't say that I was ready and willing to spend little less than eight grand to volunteer for three weeks. If I had that kind of money, I'd do it in a heartbeat. But I don't. Hakuna matata.

In regards to future plans....

People say that there are things you can't ignore. I'd be a fool if I ignored my soul-deep love for Scotland, and the maelstrom of emotions I feel when I'm there, which flit between heart-wrenching love and euphoria mingled with suffocating sorrow at the prospect of leaving. Three weeks from today I'll be boarding yet another plane, this one taking me back to Scotland, or as I prefer to call it, home.