After two years of living in Scotland I'm heading back home to Canada.
Its been an overwhelming experience. Two years can be a long time, though it feels now as though its flown past me.
When I purchased my ticket in February, 2013 for the from underneath covers of my bed, with Star Wars VI playing in the background in attempt to lure myself out of a depression, I had little idea where it would led me.
I knew I was on the right track when I got my visa in the post. That grim photo looking back at me was my lucky ticket to something fresh, invigorating and eye opening in ways I'm still understanding. Its not one of those trips to East Asia or a commune in a remote mountain top. I didn't take part in any meditation, fasts, or par take in an extreme alteration in lifestyle. I ate chips, haggis, climbed a mountain or two and drank more than a toddlers size in cider, perhaps the same in double whiskeys and coke (my drink of choice).
I grew internally, learning to deal with problems on my own, understand when I was being taken advantage of and loving my friends, near and far who were always good to me (and there are too many to name here).
Moving to another country is something a landmark in my life, as much as University or paying off the debt that went with it, but I did this one with my gut. I've known for a long time the Uk was on my map of places that would change me, and I was not wrong. I'm so glad of my time in Scotland, nestled in the Highlands. Among mountains, my favorite heart stoppers/knee breakers, I felt freedom, and the need to be a stronger,better person, to learn more about others and be less afraid in the face of adversity.
I recommend a visa to my other Canadian people.
The nice people who came to din dins with me :) |
The nice couple behind Kyle and John who made sloppy kiss noises and looked like this all night. |
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