for a good 7 months or so.
Sounds good in theory, anyway.
Truth be told, we are exploring the possibility of having me study over seas for a semester or a year. The very idea is daunting, but add marriage to the mix and, well, it has me split any which way of Sunday (what does that mean?).
I want to go. Don’t get me wrong, I really want to go. The country of interest is Scotland (the UK in general, but Scotland in particular)…either St. Andrews or Glasgow. There are a number of reasons I selected this region…the least of which being that I don’t have the language ability to study in Germany (because I only have the paltry knowledge left after 2 years of crappy German teaching), or any other country where I would have to know a foreign language. The last thing I want to be is the tacky American getting all frustrated because people don’t speak English (because, really…how arrogant is that?)
Now, that isn’t to say there aren’t a number of programs available in English, but another reality is that, somewhere in the Euro-mutt mix that I claim as my heritage, there’s a bit of Scot in me…so, why not go for something that would give me a chance to explore that?
The ‘ugh’ part of the whole thing…I missed the boy when he was gone for 2 days. How the hell would I manage for months on end? And lets not forget the cats…I quit a job because I missed them (sad, but true.)