Edinburgh
Why, blogger! I have neglected you recently, haven't I? How uncomely of me; how indecent; how beastly. I do apologise. I actually have done a few things since I last saw you -- my life, although not as proactive as I would generally like it to be, is being lived to the best of my seventeen year old ability. Last month, on the weekend of the 22nd, I visited what I hope I will be able to call my future home. I went to Edinburgh, Scotland. I wrote about this on tumblr briefly, but what I found most interesting about this long-anticipated visit was the effect physically being there had on me. There are two aspects to any experience: there is anticipation, or the imagination stage. This is what you think a place may be like, what expectations you hold, how you've romanticised it. And then there is the experiential stage: the actuality of it, how it compares to your prejudice (or prejudgement, if you prefer). This is often displayed in the 'expectations: reality' dichotomy...