I’m sitting here, in the common room of a hostel named after a Star Wars character, somewhere in Scotland, with my chin under my hands curled into fists, reading and rereading the email I’ve been obsessed with receiving for the past few days, listening to several different accents discuss the humor (humour) behind the technicalities of listening to several different accents, avoiding eye-contact and stares and comments and invitations like I’ve been doing for the past several days, because all I’ve really been wanting to do, besides mucking through bogs and devouring books and drinking pint after pint of bitter, is to read the email that was totally worth the wait.