Today is my last full day in Oklahoma until the end of August. I'll admit I'm having mixed feelings about this. I've spent most of my life hating Oklahoma and longing to leave but in the month I've been back, this place has grown on me. And not just because as I'm writing this at after six and the sun is just now setting. There's an unassuming beauty about this place that takes you by surprise. I'm for sure not looking forward to leaving the comforts of home. I'll miss baking in my parents' kitchen, the convenience of my car, and of course my dog, Jake.
Nevertheless, I'm ready to be back in Scotland. The grass will be green, not mangy brown and there's a castle in the distance. I have wonderful friends I can't wait to see, there's no static electricity and my chronically dry skin won't be itchy and painful. Also I have not been in class since the end of November and I'm itching to get back to school. Even though it sometimes doesn't feel like I'm in a Master's program. I read a book, then go to class which is simply seven people sitting in a professor's office, drinking coffee and talking about the novel. It's more like an elite book club. I then write a couple of essays and a dissertation and just like that, I'll have a Master's of Letters in the Gothic Imagination. I'm making it sound too easy--I'm challenged and intellectually stimulated and am growing as an academic with every "meeting" of our "book club."
Tomorrow afternoon I'll get on the first of three planes and begin the second half of my life in Scotland. It's time to say goodbye to Oklahoma and hello to Scotland.
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