‘This was Edinburgh, after all. One did not go about the place declaring oneself like some lovesick Californian.’
— p43, Love Over Scotland (a 44 Scotland Street novel), by Alexander McCall Smith
I moved from California to the UK, and started this blog, in September 2009; four years ago. Being a nerd, I’ve often thought about life in four-year, school-based chunks: four years of high school, four years of college. The six years I took for the PhD also feel easily divisible into the first four years (courses, Qualifying Papers, dead-end dissertation proposals, and getting an MA) versus the last two (the dissertation). In short, four years is the amount of time I associate with obtaining a degree.
So do I get a degree in UK living? No, surely not. I’m still too much of a lovesick Californian. And probably always will be. The difference now is that I have yet another beautiful place I honestly call ‘home’….
(That’s the trouble with ex-pat life. One is always homesick for somewhere.)