Next Year

Plans have been laid for next year - I didn't want to write about them here before in case the act of writing them down made them suddenly go terribly wrong, but there's nothing in the way now...

My parents have bought a flat in Cupar! Their offer was accepted ages ago, but there was a huge period of waiting while some surveyors had a look at it (someone was worried that it was actually falling apart) but in the end they said that they were happy with it. My mother excitedly sent me an email about the "Flat in Cupar" with about fifty exclamation marks after it, and as soon as I saw that I knew we had it. What's particularly good about this is that Whitney and I now have somewhere to live next year, as my parents' first tenants - with Whitney getting a job in Cupar or St Andrews, and me commuting in to the University with the Fiesta.

So next year, after three years, I'll finally be leaving Andrew Melville Hall. I can't say I'm too sad to go - over the time I've been here I've begun to view it less as a second home and more a sort of Dark Cathedral of Fear, which makes living here a bit less enjoyable. But I will have to cope without having meals provided. Actually, that woeful parody of chicken risotto was served again at dinner tonight - I don't think I'll miss that too much. Living together, work, commuting... it'll be a trial run for married life. Scary.