So Long, Farewell...

Paris? Who needs Paris?  Edinburgh is the place for me. A new city in a new country, but one I have dreamed of living in since I was 16 years old. That's right, people.  In the middle of the greatest economic crisis in Europe since the Great Depression I am off to find a job - at the not so tender age of 30-something no less.  In fact, I am already being told by people in Scotland that they think I am not going to be able to find a job at all as there aren't any.  I am  not going to let a small thing like that stop me, however.  Some positive thinking is in order.

 Besides, I already bought the ticket, it's one way.  No backing out now.   It is not all bleak.  I am eligible to work in the EU and the UK.  Thank goodness for the Greek Passport and reciprocity.  Turns out I already have my first challenge as well:  How to go through passport control and customs in London in Terminal 3, get my two overstuffed checked bags and two carry-ons plus myself to Terminal 1, and recheck my bags for the flight to Edinburgh in just under 2 hours?  Damn you, Cheaptickets!!!  The Adventure Begins...