Auld Lang Syne

I leave Scotland tomorrow.

A few words to describe how I feel at the end of this four-month sojourn:

Sad, excited to see family, friends and Nicholai, heartbroken to leave my family and friends here, proud of what I accomplished, curious about what will happen next, GRATEFUL I had the opportunity to come to Scotland in the first place, crushed that I could not stay longer, and content that I made the most of my time here.

There’s only one thing left to do, in true Scottish fashion:

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?

For auld lang syne, my dear,

for auld lang syne,

we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
And surely I’ll buy mine !
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.

- Robert Burns