I’m feeling a little melancholy tonight. Not sure why. Although Edinburgh was only my home for six months, I miss it. I think I miss the hope that I had there, hope that absolutely anything could happen. Scotland is most definitely my ‘spiritual home’. Love it to pieces. But I’m a bit afraid to ever go back in case it’s not the same as I remember.
I got to walk with Vikings in a torchlight procession
Visit magical ruins
Discover the best library in the world (complete with secret passage ways!)
While away the hours in beautiful graveyards
Spend hours upon hours wandering through streets that look like this
Watch far too much Gossip Girl and having a headband club and practise giving my best ‘Serena’ impression.
I must try and remember not to romanticise it too much.