Travel Pathology

The documented experience of attending the University of Edinburgh to study the science of nursing

  • Scottish Winters

    Well I just paid a hefty utility bill. And it wasn’t enough. All the times I summoned electricity to run the kettle for tea, all the watts expended to operate the microwave to heat the pack I stuff under my covers, the evenings when I threw frugality out with the rainstorm and flipped the switch…

  • Burns Night

    Crammed inside a humble cottage, seated by a cozy hearth, a group of nine friends assembled to partake in an evening filled with laughter, camaraderie, and the reverberations of cherished memories. The occasion commemorated the solemn fifth anniversary of their dear friend’s death. With bellies full of Haggis, they raised a glass and joined together…

  • “Victim of Inertia”

    Ok, it is time to get back into the swing of things. Sitting at the kitchen table this morning with my Princess Diana teapot holding warm earl grey tea and my journal which articulates a growing “to do” list, I find myself resisting intrusive invites from my brain to quit writing this post and return…

  • Beginning to look a lot like Christmas 🎄

    Flying back early morning on Monday, when I landed in Edinburgh, I tumbled into a black hole of research papers and have been unable to recount last weekend, until now. But on this lovely Sunday, I found some time to make tortillas and finish this post I started last weekend. Sitting in the Budapest Bistro…

  • Running late

    I am always running late. Literally, I am always running because I am late. In a world where I don’t own a car, leaving late takes a physical toll since the only method to get to my destination on time, or even at all, would be running. Each year, it becomes easier for me to…

  • Sniffles, sunshine, and staying home

    I was having a dream that there were polyps on my tonsils and throughout my throat. I was assessing them through the eyes of a woman I had never met before. She was horrified and in turn, I was as well. When my eyes finally peeled open late this morning, and I remembered where I…

  • Ways I will probably die in the UK

    Sorry mom, don’t read this. As for the rest of you, let me tell you, I’ve been in the UK for over a month now and have identified ways I might encounter premature doom. Here is a list. Death by bus Within my first hour in the UK, I found myself on a tram, enjoying…

  • A year ago, I was on the floor

    It is wild to think that a year ago today, I was lying face-first on the floor of my apartment in Seattle, crying about never being able to attend my dream school. And now, I’m right here in the city center, studying for my exams. I had always known I would pursue higher education in…

  • Sunday and Spooky Season

    It is a crisp, clear, beautiful Sunday morning. And instead of hiking the Craigs or walking the meadows, I am inside my dorm room with over 50 tabs open on my browser, writing research papers. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. My plants are in the hallways strategically placed to receive the afternoon…

  • Due to extreme weather

    Time for another “Where’s Kaylin?”  Today, due to a series of recommendations, the kindred spirit of a friend and the goodwill of others, I am sitting in a breakfast bar found within an incredibly rainy village off the coast of the North Sea listening to “Aint no sunshine” and overhearing a conversation by some locals…