Two weeks ago I was really enthusiastic about my arrival in the so called “Bubble”. Although I hadn’t looked up much about the city, I did have a few ideas about what to expect, all of which were obviously connected with the Royal family and a bunch of students dressed in white and running on a beach.
Has St. Andrews met my expectations? Well, so far I haven’t met any Royals but I have gone running on West Sands. My first impression of St Andrews was that it is a charming town inhabited by an army of students who wear Hunter boots in the most outlandish colours, all of whom own a Mac. I bet at this point, virtually all readers will have a cynical smile on their faces and will admit they have either one or the other or even both.
Was my first impression wrong or not? After a few days I wanted to blend in and since I lack the funds to purchase myself a Mac, my only option was to invest in a pair of Hunter boots (in black though, they have to match almost all my outfits). On Sunday morning I put on my shiny new wellies, and accessorized with a big beige bought-in-the-sales hat, I headed to the Farmers’ Market. After buying a few lovely pies and some free range eggs (which I highly recommend) I couldn’t help but eavesdrop at what the two girls walking in front of me were saying. The two scruffy-looking girls glanced at me for a few second and then one said “Katy, I think we should have dressed up a bit more, after all this is St Andrews”. On the way back home, I must have looked incredibly stupid, as I kept smiling and telling myself “Girl, you’re in, they bought you as a local!”.
When, I got back home and was about to write down my silly little story on my travel notepad, I came across the first sentence that I had written. It was a quotation from Shaw which goes like this “I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.” It suddenly dawned on me that in my eagerness to make St Andrews my home, I had somehow seemed to betray my own identity. However after a few more days spent in this new town, I began to notice that St Andrew has a huge community of different students from all over the world. I guess that is what makes us so culturally rich; the students of St Andrews, may look similar on the surface with our fancy laptops and shiny-boots but, we all have different backgrounds. So, now, I am happy to embrace my old 3 kg laptop and won’t mind being the Odd Mac Out.