Studying in Scotland was my biggest dream since I was 13-years-old, but knowing how quickly I can change my mind, my dad didn’t really take my plan to move to the country of rain and sheep seriously. But once I didn’t apply to any local, Hungarian universities and got my acceptance letter from Glasgow, he started to realize his only daughter was moving away in just a few months.
My overprotective, but amazing dad knew how big of a hopeless romantic I was, and believing that I was incapable of surviving alone, he began panicking. We were both
a bit terribly scared of this major change, so as most parents and teenagers do when they are in doubt, we spent the whole summer arguing – but besides the fights, we also learnt more about each other than we ever did in the past 18 years.
So my dad…
10 Started to Investigate
After accepting the horror of me moving away, my dad probably called the police and the FBI to start his investigation. He wanted to know everything about Scotland from the population of the country, to how many stairs the campus library had, and whether the coffee there was comparable to the ones offered in Hungary. He also asked all his friends and colleagues about what they knew about Scotland, chasing down anyone and everyone who was/had been in a similar situation with endless questions.
9 Questioned All My Life Choices
And from that moment, the flood of doubts began. What exactly was I going to study? Why hadn't I started packing yet? Why did I buy another skirt? And unfortunately, my answers didn’t really calm him, or even myself, down, and I had to admit he was right. His questions constantly reminded me that I had no idea what my future looked like, but we finally managed to agree that going to university and hopefully enjoying it was a good first step, even if the rest of the future was unclear.
8 Tried To Teach Me Last Minute "Adult" Tricks
Not knowing how to “adult” didn’t bother me back then, so my dad started worrying for me instead. He desperately tried to teach me the secrets of life, often at the most inconvenient times. I distinctly remember him trying to teach me how to iron clothes, right after one of my exams, which ended up with me burning a hole in my shirt. I could see why he would think that I was incapable of surviving on my own.
7 Shared Every Fun Fact About Scotland
Just like pro-adult tips, absolutely irrelevant facts about Scotland and the university came up at the most random times. While he was partially still in denial, my dad tried to be supportive of my move. How did he show his support? By telling me all that he knows about Scotland. From stories of his ex-colleague whose son went to Ireland (which, in his eyes, was kinda similar to Scotland), to the satisfaction rate of Scottish people in 1920, I slowly started to get more and more educated about my new home.
6 Didn’t Really Want Me To Graduate
"You could stay here…you know, McDonald's doesn't pay THAT badly," he always told me jokingly before my exams. And, of course, he knew I would graduate and wished the best of luck for me. I could see him thinking, “no way this girl is going anywhere” while I was giving the graduate’s speech on the last day of high school. Then, it dawned on him – I was graduating, and just a few short weeks from now, I would be leaving him. Later that evening, we went to our favourite restaurant, and instead of arguing about which suitcase we should buy, we had a great night – like the nights we used to have before my dream of moving abroad was realized.
5 Was Very Proud…
When he was talking to our neighbors, family members, and friends, my dad was very proud. Although he had a million doubts, anytime we discussed my move, these doubts were replaced with, “and it’s one of the best universities in the UK,” and “she is going to study psychology and business, how cool?” And even though both of us were afraid, how proud he was convinced me as well – I started to feel proud of my choice. I felt that I was making the best decision for my future.
4 Started Packing My Suitcase By Himself
I get it. I am a klutz who is horrible at packing… but seriously? Coming home, seeing my dad selecting my coats and packing my sweaters into a suitcase as big myself was quite unexpected, and when we tried to pack together, we fought on every single T-shirt and skirt I wanted to take with me. Looking back, I think he was just trying his best to protect me and prepare me the best he can.
3 Went Full-Out Nervous
Before the day of my flight, everything was quadruple checked. Not just whether my raincoat and ID were packed, but how the weather going to be when the plane landed, the customer reviews on the airline I was travelling with, and whether my brand new suitcase was sturdy enough. He was worried about me, and that translated to making sure every single detail had been carefully thought out to make sure there were no nasty surprises for me.
2 Stayed Up The Whole Night Before The Flight...
My flight was scheduled to leave at 6 AM, which meant I couldn’t really sleep the night before... and neither could my dad. We stayed up that night, talking and laughing about every crazy thing we did in the past few months (because, of course, I did weird, totally understandable things). That night, we knew that there was nothing that could ruin our relationship. He understood my optimism and excitement, and I completely understood his worries and doubts. That night he reassured me again that he would be very proud of me, even if I survived only the first week. Thanks, dad.
1 … And Has Been Questioning Me Even More, Ever Since I Got Home
“These are the times I can finally torture you again… now go and clean up the mess in the room”… I'm sure everyone is familiar with getting nagged at by parents... but I'm also equally as sure that most kids don't miss it. I miss it. Oh god, I can't wait to finally go home this summer.