On August 16th, I hefted my huge suitcase, human-sized duffle bag, overstuffed hiking backpack, and violin case through JFK airport and onto a plane headed for London. After an exciting (read: terrifying) trip through customs and immigration, I hopped on another flight bound for Glasgow and was the only person on the plane who didn’t order some sort of booze for the 45-minute trip. Sweaty, starving, and shivering with energy, I tumbled out of the arrivals hall at the Glasgow airport and into the company of my future flatmate. Since then, I’ve visited Edinburgh for the book festival, befriended an old acquaintance from Minnesota, started work on my Master’s, scored a job at a running gear store, moved into a blisteringly chilly flat with aforementioned flatmate, and settled in pretty nicely. I’m relieved but not surprised to find that Glasgow already feels like a home, and I suppose I haven’t been writing here as much because I’m busy and content. This is just to say that I haven’t abandoned this here corner of the internette, and regular writing will probably resume soon. That is all.