December 24, 2017
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I left Glasgow almost two months ago after having lived and worked there for three years. As I embark on my travels in China, which are happening right now, as I reunite with friends that I’ve met in Glasgow I often marvel at how time has passed us by. For me, it hasn’t even been that long since I left, but the memory of my time in Glasgow somehow feels so distant, both in space and time. Those years have faded so rapidly into a blurry, mushy mess of history. It’s almost as if I’ve never worked at MiMe, never served at GCCC, never built those precious relationships, never written the first post about Glasgow, never loved this beautiful Scottish city…
First sunrise in Glasgow, October 29, 2014 @ 6:56am.
And it’s very strange. Had I fallen into deep sleep and dreamt a dream that felt too real for three years? Is there something hidden in those memories that I want to deny, and is this a way of throwing it behind me indefinitely? If I ever go back, will I regain what was lost and still call Glasgow my love, or will I be a stranger, a passerby?
Last sunrise in Glasgow, the day I left, October 30, 2017 @ 6:26am.
November 26, 2017
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The second stop of my three-part trip in November 2017 was San Francisco. Here is San Francisco in three photos.
Sunrise over San Francisco, as seem from the Golden Gate Bridge.
A man, a mural, and a taxi in Chinatown.
Can’t miss the iconic Golden Gate Bridge itself, even on a rainy day, near Fort Point.
November 1, 2014
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This post should have been written days ago, but the shock and stress of moving to a new city has slowed me down. But yes, folks, I am in Glasgow!
Right, so let me start from the beginning. I relocated to Glasgow, Scotland to work as a postdoctoral researcher at the University of Glasgow. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned that on the blog so…here I am. I have been in Glasgow for 6 days and boy…what a rather strange feeling!
In a nutshell, I can’t believe I’m back in Europe. After being back in Canada and going through the tedious process of looking for a job, I somehow ended back in Europe, in Scotland (which by the way is still part of the UK.) Rather than the feeling of “Wow I am in Europe!” that I had every morning when I woke up during my PhD, whether it was in France or Belgium, now it’s more like “How did this happen again?” I wasn’t as mentally ready for this to start over again as I thought I was, but hey, I’m here now, and we’ll go from here. As a result, Annie Bananie “en Europe” will continue to be an appropriate description of this blog as I’m stuck here again (happily) for who-knows-how-long this time around.
Well, that’s all for now. I’ll write more soon, I promise 😉
The photo above is the first one I took upon arrival in Glasgow, from the window of my room at my temporary accommodation. Yes, those are raindrops. (But don’t worry, the city isn’t really that gray – I used a filter on my phone.) I might have arrived in the rainy season, though I had suspected that every season in Glasgow is a rainy season. We’ll see if that’s correct in a few months. My sleeping schedule had been a bit messed up for the first few days or so, and one day I woke up at 7am or so, early enough to catch a sunrise (probably will not happen often once I get into the flow of things). The picture below was taken at almost the same spot as the one above, except with a little bit of colour. Good morning, Glasgow!
July 14, 2014
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On my final morning in Iceland, I decided not to explore anymore, in case I didn’t want to leave. Then the tears on the plane would be for Iceland, not Bordeaux…
…but I was going to see a sunrise on top of the Hallgrímskirkja. Sunrises don’t have to be painful ordeals at 5am. Head to Iceland in the winter months where the sun rises at 10am. Wake up bright (or not) and early (9am is barely early), eat a nice breakfast, drink a cup of coffee or two, and head up the Hallgrímskirkja for a grand spectacle. But…BRRRRRRRRRRRR!! It was COLD! Getting ready for Canada, yeah! Made me wonder why I missed the cold, and how I survived 14 Canadian winters.
The day before the sunset watch, I saw this beautiful scene by the Hallgrímskirkja in the morning. I wondered what it would be like to be at the very top of the tower, observing the rising of the sun as it happens.