I like to have control. I’m bossy, domineering, and  stubborn. I don’t like it when there are things in my life that I cannot control. While there are many aspects of my life right now that I can’t control, there is one area that I should have control of, but is driving me crazy.

The food here is awful. I have no control over what gets served in the caf here, and no control of my options for dinner. I have to fight the urge to go into the kitchen every night and show them how to cook rice, or pasta, or what chicken should look like. I am tired of looking at over ripe fruit, soggy veggies and salad that is wilted. I miss tortillas and Mexican food, miss being able to try out the recipes I find on the internet, and really miss not feeling hungry. I also miss actually being hungry.

The motto in the caf here is “Love food, hate waste” My motto is, “We wouldn’t waste the food if you knew how to cook it”. Tonight I had two bites of cold under-cooked whole wheat pasta and two bites of an apple crumble that was as hard as a rock. If I could get a refund for the food portion of my housing cost, I would do it in a heartbeat. I would shop and eat out and gain some much needed control. Since that is not possible, I think I will go on a hunger strike.

Okay, that is not possible either, so I will continue to try and live off of breakfast and wilted salad and yogurt. I just have to make it a month and then my parents will be here and a little normal will creep back into my life. I have one month of class left, and three months left in Scotland. While I a extremely ready to come home, I do not want to miss out on what is going on here.