The Title of this Post isn’t “London Calling”, Promise

Well, thanks to the miracle of big tax returns, it looks like I’ll be heading to London sooner than I expected. I thought I’d have to work here in Edinburgh and save up all the money to get down there, but I’ll be going on the 18th of this month, instead of about the beginning of May. This is wonderful news!

Technically speaking, I was only ever supposed to be in Edinburgh a month, visiting Rance over December break. When I decided to leave school and take the spring off, he let me stay with him while I worked out the BUNAC visa, so that I could stay in Europe and work. That took longer than I thought it would. The week I spent in London in January was supposed to be the week I went down and found a job and flat, coming back up to Scotland only to get my things. Due to delays in getting the documents for the visa, it was mainly just a holiday. And then, after I got back to Edinburgh from southern France with my things that week, I got some bad financial news. I had to make some tough decisions about whether or not to go right back to the States. Rance stepped in and offered more help than I could possibly have asked for. He said I could stay with him and work in Edinburgh until I had enough cash to settle in London. It really felt amazing to have a friend who’d have my back like that. Thank you, Rance.

So two months passed, and the visa was approved. I went to BUNAC’s orientation and wrote a resume. I’d printed it up, and was about to go hand some out to a few local pubs, when I had a chat with my mom. There was some possibility that they could help me get down to London and set up there, and owe them back later. My parents knew that, as cool as Edinburgh is and as much as I like my friends here, I needed to be in London. I needed to get on with my life and take advantage of all the things that city offers a writer and artist. So they put their heads together and came up with a plan. And it looks like I’ll have to print another batch of resumes, with a London address. Thank you, mom and dad!

It’s hard for people like me to accept help from others. I feel like I should do everything alone. When people step in and give me a gigantic hand, I’m almost embarrassed. But everyone seems to be really supportive of this crazy thing that I’m doing. I really am amazingly lucky, not only to be here in Europe, but to have people that truly want to help me make the most of it. I don’t for a second forget debts until I’ve repaid them. And I’ll never forget what my parents and Rance have done recently.

Thank you both again, so much.

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