Life no longer eludes me, it's fallen square in my lap; a lap that's been enhanced by copious portions of macaroni & cheese pie and chips. Please don't judge.
It's about time I quit running and tell my friends what I've missed the most (besides my family), and that's YOU. Yes of course, I miss my all too many unnecessary trips to Target, anything that has a drive-thru and a Dr. Pepper in a bucket sized cup heaving with ice; o.k., throw in a big 'Fat Burger' while you're at it! Over the months of not blogging, I've realised the real dumbwit was the one that wanted to write, connect and occasionally get someone to think differently. If it was a good day, I'd make you laugh. There has been a fear of writing again. A big fear of no one out there because I've been silent for too long.
In all honesty, I'm trying to find my place & I'll say it out loud, "at times I feel lost." New country, new job, new home, new time zone. 'Pants' are panties, pants are actually 'breeks'. 'Pushchairs' are for babies not old folks, a 'burn' (actually spelled bairn) isn't something you get when playing with fire, but a baby, and a 'tosser', well all I can say it's not someone who throws something.
One of many personal faults I have is that the reality of life does not always imitate the fantasy, and every now and again, my expectations fall flat on their face. I moved with my eyes wide-open and I knew that life in the U.K. would be far different that I even imagined. The balance is knowing how to corral those frustrations and appreciate all that is positive. To not let all the differences you think to be 'not fair' swallow you up.
I'd like to think I'm far from being a prima donna, and if I'm wrong please step forward now and set me straight. You do learn quickly what you thought was a basic necessity, is now a privilege; but you also learn that what you thought you needed, wasn't that important after-all. I do know it's good to shake up your life. Even the bad times are positive if you wake-up to realise that something was learned.
At work, I understand a fraction of what certain people on the phone are saying, and I am the token American at my small office. I've been fortunate though to be able to fit in, and although my work mates have a good laugh at my expense from time to time, (that's how I found out what the word 'tosser' stood for), they've been my safety net and above all my friends.
A few weeks ago, we sealed the deal and are now home-owners to a double-upper flat. Buying a home in Scotland is definitely a different cup of tea. We've traded in the Texas sized pool for a shared garden with a puddle, laundry room for a washer in the attic, large American dryer for a shared clothes line in the garden, & a bathroom the size of a pantry. I realized that either I was too big or the bathroom was too small when I climbed out of the tub one morning, only to back my backside into the hot, sizzling radiator. Who needs coffee after that wake-up call?
What I don't have to tell you is Scotland is a land of drink. Think Las Vegas without the flashing lights and the heat, but with the primped and well-dressed crowds of the young, and not so young, out for a binger. When women go out here, it's not in their jeans and t's, but in sky-high heels and short dresses. I give huge kudos to those woman that after a few cocktails can remain up-right on their 5" heels navigating the cobbled streets of Aberdeen. Orthopedists must do a bang-up business here?
After living on the West Coast, the healthy life-style had sunk into me me more than I realised. I quickly noticed that you rarely see anyone toting around bottled water, but you do see plenty of Starbucks cups. Cakes and sweets are not only plentiful, but beautiful. Fish and chips have replaced burgers and fries, and the fried chicken of the south. Chips (french fries) are served with lasagne, chips with pizza and chips with your Swedish meatballs at Ikea.
In Sept. of 2010, the Guardian reported that Great Britain alone consumes 6 billion crisps (potato chips) per year. But all that said, Scotland has the most beautiful food in it's markets, especially Marks & Spencer's. I dare you to stay clear of fruit scones served with clotted cream and raspberry jam, sticky toffee pudding with warm custard, or lemon sole and fresh chips from the fryer.
As I look back on almost one full year of photos, I don't regret our choices. I do think with each move I become a better version of myself. I'm more tolerant of others, and more appreciative of the things I have, and the people I love. A better conversationalist, and hopefully slightly more interesting?
It's hard to live here and not be affected by the abundance of beauty every time you leave your front door. The sun is not out often, so when it is, you leap for action. Now it's fully clear to me why the Scots I've known through the years have had a Weather Channel addiction.
As I wade through the next 12 months of the tartan life, I hope to be better adjusted to work and home. I feel like the girl late to the party, and no one to dance with. I feel as though all of you who have become my friend through this life of blogging have been my dance partner. You've danced the waltz with me to get me through the tough times, and the tango to wish me well onto this new adventure. Without being in touch, I feel this great void.
I'm not real sure what direction this blog should take? I'm not clear who this dumbwit is that wears a kilt? What interests you? The world hardly needs another travel blog, design blog, or
just perhaps what's needed is a whisky expert?
I know there will be stories to tell as we take our 102 year old flat into this century.
I do know there will be no DYI when the sun is ooot! (as they say in Aberdoanian).
Every conversation here starts with a "Hi-ya", and ends with a "Bye for noo".
Please write me and tell me about
[Go forth and live responsibly}
friendships are immeasurable
photography by dumbwittellher