It’s the 25th of April (three days before my 22nd birthday in case anyone was counting!!) and I’m back to Edinburgh.
I’ve spent the last two weeks in America… not out right hiding but busy with moving back and enrolling for August. In case you’ve been out of the loop, I had a choice between staying in Edinburgh for another year for a Masters in Human Osteoarchaeology or returning to the States for a Masters in Museum Studies.
I had a lovely meeting with the director and advisor for the Muse program this week and I have already enrolled in my courses. This August, I’ll be taking a required course on Museum work, another specialising on creating exhibits, and a theory course on historical building preservation. There’s actually a graduate certificate in Historical Preservation through the School of Architecture I could take alongside my Masters which I may look more into when I’m back. After writing my dissertation, I’ve become really interested in that line of work and it would fall in well with my ~dream~ of working for UNESCO.
I am actually beyond excited for this autumn. It’ll be a good change of scenery and a few years of familiarity before I bounce of to do something ‘stupid and crazy’ again. Trust me, I have plans.
Things back in Lawrence have changed, but, as it it with midwest America, may things stay the same. It’s a blessing and a curse.
A big change this time was returning with two less in the house. In February we lost our 12-year-old Newfoundland, Mulan. While sad I knew she had give our family her ‘true last measure of devotion.’ What was unexpected was losing my 6-year-old cat, Rory.
Prior to leaving Edinburgh at the beginning of April, Dad had called to let me know that Rory had been to see a veterinary heart specialist in Kansas City who had diagnosed him with a congenital heart defect. Rory spend two days in the clinic and returned home with a blood thinning medication he was to take each morning.
Everything seemed well – until it wasn’t. Three days after returning, Dad found Rory curled up and asleep in his favourite spot by the window.
I’ve spent the last three weeks trying to find a way to describe what the last six years with Rory meant to me. Each time I fall short, but those with animals know the impact an animal has and the hole they leave.
But, I can say I am glad to know he felt safe and loved. He didn’t hide or grow scared but curled up and fell asleep. That is all you can really ask for.
Which is why I think I can write about it now.
But anyway, I’m completely done with my degree and just awaiting the exam board in June to let me know what my classification is. I get to see the new Avengers films with my friends tomorrow night and then bounce around during May before leaving on the EUMC Road Trip. We don’t know where we are going but we’ll check the weather and see what looks nice.
After the Road Trip, I’ll be back at Bamburgh Castle where I’ll be working as the Assistant Finds Supervisor for the whole excavation season. It’ll be yet another summer crying over Anglo-Saxon dirt and I. am. so. excited.
Graduation is in July and after that everyone will scatter to the wind for a while. While I am beyond saddened, I also know there are so many new opportunities waiting.