When I was a child, somebody put a big, blue plastic camera in my grubby hands. I got older and the cameras got fancier and I “studied” photography in high school then college and I took a LOT of photos. So now I’m going to post my photos in no particular order with stories that may or may not have something to do with what’s in them – my new experiment in creative confidence.
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I’m leaving the country for three weeks.
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Yes, it’s a little ridiculous. Three weeks is a long time. I didn’t think three weeks was a long time until two weeks ago when I made a list of all of the things I needed to wrap up at work and detailed instructions on all of the ways people will have to soldier on in my absence because I will be gone for nearly a month. My boss has spend the previous fortnight lashing out because she doesn’t know how I managed to slip a three week sabbatical through.
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The trick is I asked like, a year ago. And a year ago, three weeks didn’t seem so long. A year ago, I didn’t think I would be running around trying to make sure I don’t return to a series of garbage fires. A year ago, I wasn’t elbows deep in redesigning our website…or our customer portal…or scheduling a User Group meeting…
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ANYWAY. I’m leaving the country for THREE WEEKS. And because I’m a millenial and it is 2018, I need to internet (yes, I’m making it a verb) at least once every 24 hours or I will. So I’m going to write about it for all the world to see. Or, just the three people that read this…hi, Mom!
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I’m leaving the country for three weeks to go to Scotland. Three people are coming with me. Well, one is coming with me for the entire three weeks…the other two will be there for more reasonable amounts of time like 10 days or 6 days.
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Back in 2013, Mary’s parents told her that she could have a European adventure as a graduation present IF she could find someone to trek along with her. I was that special someone. Fast forward 5 years and now she gets to have a Scottish adventure as a present for graduating from grad school and once again, I volunteered as tribute to accompany her…and then i suggested we go for an extra week because ermagerd, how would we possibly make it to Inverness AND Skye with only TWO weeks?? Once again, I am rewarding MYSELF simply for living life so far. Why make money if not to blow it all every 5 years on a weeks-long overseas trip? We’ll drive through the highlands, sample the finest whisky, stop at some roadside castles, and imagine ourselves as the upper-middle class to which we aspire.
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So yeah…I’m leaving the country for three weeks. DC to London to Glasgow to Arran to Islay to Oban to Inverness to Skye to Edinburgh to Glasgow to London to DC. Allons-y!
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(For those of you who are confused by my French sign off on a post about traveling to Scotland where clearly they speak….um…English?…it’s less that I’m trying to relate to the culture I will soon find myself immersed in and more that I am a huge nerd and decided to quote The Doctor as a wrap up to this post. And for those of you who got it…props.)