12 days

Today we booked our flights and brief accommodation. We did so with only a mild amount of panic, no tears and without the need for coffee.
Things are pretty much set in stone now.
I'm looking forward to going because it's the biggest opportunity for a culture shock I've been offered so far. And God knows I'm sick of the culture I'm in now.
But I'll also miss some people when I leave. Not everyone, but some. Especially some. Maybe the alcohol is making me maudlin.
All that is left is for Dave and I to have our party. There'll be cake and speeches and the like. Young children on heroin lying on the lawn demanding cappuccinos with baited breath as they watch reruns of Obama's speech.
It's a beautiful world we live in. It's a good time to be alive.
We plan weekend trips to post-apocalyptic wastelands and war-torn regions still recovering from little known genocides. Things have never been so great. I'm not worried.

And so it goes.

21 Days

In twenty one days Dave and I are leaving for Romania. This is our blog.
I, Gordon, shall be writing in the unadulterated font as you see it now.
I, Dave, will be writing in a self-assured, bolder fashion.
We will be living in Timisoara and attending the West University of Timisoara.
We do not speak Romanian.
We do not always speak in the present tense.
Not all of our blogs shall be written from a Bean Scene.
We do not agree on the content of this blog. Therefore it shall be a constant struggle for attention; like a child with ADHD vying for attention from divorced parents.

We do not know why we are going.
We do not, however, regret our decision to leave Scotland.
We will miss people. They know who they are. We will not miss others. They know who they are.
We're fucked.

And so it goes.