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Honestly, I have to ask myself where on the earth the year has gone? Today we are enjoying the beautiful hospitality of our family in Perth after spending the last few months planning (sort of) packing (sort of) and bidding farewell to our friends in beautiful Edinburgh.
We are home (sort of)
We landed on the wrong side with the intention of travelling ’round a bit’, visiting friends and family, before heading ‘home’ to knukle down into real life….. whatever that is….
We are now stuck (sort of).
There are worse places to be stuck, I know, but still there is my sense of guilt, and the impending overstaying of our welcome worries me. (maybe I need a PLEASE DONATE button somewhere on here to help get us home 
That being said, It’s the leaving of Scotland that’s been the hardest. Her thorny brambles have entangled my heart and stolen my soul. I’ve never felt so sad about leaving a place before.
Is it possible after moving fairly constantly since sometime in my eighteenth year that I’ve found somewhere that feels like home?
Is it possible to feel content and ‘at home’ so far from your native land?
A while ago I was speaking to a colleague who had moved back to Scotland after many years in Kenya. I asked her how her ‘adjustment period’ was and she gasped almost imperctively at the question and replied like this. “People just think you’re OK because you’re British and you’re back in Britain” and when I asked how she felt she replied “I miss it desperately every day….”
And that is it… in a nut shell.
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Honestly, I have to ask myself where on the earth the year has gone? Today we are enjoying the beautiful hospitality of our family in Perth after spending the last few months planning (sort of) packing (sort of) and bidding farewell to our friends in beautiful Edinburgh.
We are home (sort of)
We landed on the wrong side with the intention of travelling ’round a bit’, visiting friends and family, before heading ‘home’ to knukle down into real life….. whatever that is….
We are now stuck (sort of).
There are worse places to be stuck, I know, but still there is my sense of guilt, and the impending overstaying of our welcome worries me. (maybe I need a PLEASE DONATE button somewhere on here to help get us home
That being said, It’s the leaving of Scotland that’s been the hardest. Her thorny brambles have entangled my heart and stolen my soul. I’ve never felt so sad about leaving a place before.
Is it possible after moving fairly constantly since sometime in my eighteenth year that I’ve found somewhere that feels like home?
Is it possible to feel content and ‘at home’ so far from your native land?
A while ago I was speaking to a colleague who had moved back to Scotland after many years in Kenya. I asked her how her ‘adjustment period’ was and she gasped almost imperctively at the question and replied like this. “People just think you’re OK because you’re British and you’re back in Britain” and when I asked how she felt she replied “I miss it desperately every day….”
And that is it… in a nut shell.
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