Say Hello

It's my last night in Edinburgh and time to wave goodbye.

So goodbye, to my young person's railcard, war of the words (trousers, crisps, and chips). Photo-ops with Jamilah, pretentious literary talks with Lauren. The Quotation deli. Heather, Fi, Dave, and Andy- the only four names in Scotland. Weather channel lies. Stormy, breezy skies. Frozen peas. P's & G's. Thresher's @ 7:30. Sunrise by 4am. Chinese grad students, Scottish old ladies, and old people pubs. Window displays. Thrift shops. and Digestives. Being VIP. The all encompassing 'tea.' Prayer breakfasts and 'holy curries.' Tuesday nights and Wednesday naps. (Who am I kidding? Every day but Friday naps.) No lab sciences, no class on Fridays; jam-packed computer labs, and books on reserve. Movies on Rab's bed. Sandwiches in Hannah's flat. Breakfast at Alan's. Meanies at Kamco, the nonchalant at 'Fresh Choice' and emptiness of Tesco. Arthur and Nessie, Pronto and Sebastian. Big Word. Little Chef. Mid-Lothian.

And finally, goodbye Vita-L, goodbye Factor IX.

Hello to home, home-some-time-ago, and ancestral-home. Hot, lonely summers, shopping and bargaining, mosquitoes, simplified Chinese, a new digital recorder, standing out, blending in, and squatters- I'm ready for my close up now.