Like clockwork, the seagulls begin their daily chant every morning, perched by my room’s window, roof and any other spot they can bother me from. Their morning alarm sets me off on my daily routine, and I get ready, wrapping myself in layers of scarves and coats to protect me from the chilly seaside air of St Andrews — a quaint town tucked along the coast of Scotland. When I step into the cold, makeshift breakfast with coffee in hand, I walk by the seagulls confidently, masquerading as an unafraid local accustomed to their presence for years and not the visiting study-abroad student who got to this town only in January, a mere three months ago.