Getting to Glasgow wasn’t very fun, but it wasn’t extremely difficult, either, which I greatly appreciated. I woke up at about twenty past four in the morning, and I proceeded to shower and get my things together so that I could leave. I walked to one Tube station and was promptly directed to another one that was down the street by the man who was working there, because it was an easier route. He was right, and I got to the train station in time to catch the six twenty train to Stanstead Airport. The man who checked my bag didn’t charge me for the extra three kilos of stuff that I had packed, and I was able to pass through security, get a cup of tea, and make it to my gate with time to spare. Yay! A lot of the flights to Scotland had been cancelled due to some snow that had fallen in the area, and I was lucky that my plane wasn’t even delayed.
My time in Glasgow was wonderful. I had a beautiful Christmas with my family, rang in New Years with my grandparents, and bonded with my beautiful cousins over sneaking one of them in to a club. I spent the day in Edinburgh with my Uncle Gerry, who is absolutely fantastic and very funny, and I explored on my own as well, going to the Modern Art museum in Glasgow and making some unnecessary purchases.
I was terribly sad to leave my family and Scotland, but I was so happy that I had come. I can’t wait to go back!
