I will never unpack...

Luckily for me, the University of Glasgow offers a pick up option for the international students coming into the Glasgow Airport. All I had to do, was pick up my bags and find the overly energetic greeters in University of Glasgow T shirts who would help make sure I was able to get to my accommodation. They had a charter bus to transport us all, and the bus stopped at each of the different residences that the University offers. We then hopped off, grabbed bags, got our keys from the front desk and could go straight to our room. Easy cheesy. Except that right before I had left the US, I had volunteered for Habitat for Humanity with my wonderful group of Freshman for Orientation. As a result, I had somewhat hurt my wrist with a mild sprain and could not lift much. Even more unfortunately it was my right wrist. So ahead of me I had the challenge of walking down a flight of stairs then up two with a 50 lb suitcase, a duffel, a side bag, only my weaker left arm to help, and no one in sight to ask for assistance. The task was daunting to say the least, not to mention I do not lift so it would take me a while. Then suddenly, a voice rang out from above as some unidentified man said through a window "Hey you want any help with that?" And thank goodness he did. Turns out, he was actually going to be my flatmate. I was so relieved not only at the help getting my bags in, but that I would have at least one friendly person living with me. I stepped into my room and unpacked all of 2 things before decided I needed to go to the store before I could really accomplish much. I had no hangers and was beginning to get hungry. I walked to our kitchen to see what I needed to buy, and another of my flat mates was there. I introduced myself and we were talking for about a minute when a friend of mine from school walked in the door. Turns out he was good friends with my flat mate and they were about to make dinner. We chatted for a few minutes, but then I headed out to get what I needed. A quick ten minute walk to the store followed by a much slower and heavier ten minute walk home (remember the wrist) got me the essentials I needed. Then I dumped the bags in my room to unload my groceries in the kitchen. The guys were cleaning up from their dinner and told me they were about to head out. So, I decided oh well, I will unpack later and left with them.
The first place we went was showing the Germany vs Scotland football game (soccer to those of you stuck in the American lingo), and I can honestly say that watching the packed bar full of Scots was a fabulous first night out. Each eye was trained unwaveringly to the screen and the roars of anger and excitement happened unanimously at any change in the game. But all good things come to an end, and after the game ended the bar cleared out fairly fast. The new plan was to join another group of people at a different bar that was supposed to have live music every night. Turns out it was a group of almost entirely DU students. I know that I am a year older than most of the people studying abroad now, but I am still surprised to say that I did not know almost any of them. Everyone was happy to be meeting new people though, and the music was wonderful. Just a man with a guitar playing covers of hits old and new. And I am proud to say he was Alex of the Lockhearts; I hope that there is some relation there. Somehow even with the jet lag, I made it until about midnight before needing to bail out. My flatmate was ready to go though, so we walked back together. I walked into my room and remembered I hadn't unpacked. That could happen the next day.
Well needless to say it didn't. I didn't really start unpacking until the third day, and didn't actually finish unpacking enough to tuck my suitcase under the bed until tonight. Oh well, there were things to do, people to meet, and haggis to be had (but that's another story). All I can say is that I was glad to have such a warm welcome and a fun first few days, even if it meant I had to dig through my bag for ten minutes just to be able to brush my teeth.