Home again, home again.

13 Nov

Just a normal day, five years ago.

I woke up this morning feeling far better than expected. Yesterday I was definitely coming down sickly (really sore throat, swollen glands, but otherwise feeling okay), and so was fully expecting to wake up completely miserable. Instead, I woke up (around 9ish) and felt…much better! I suppose I owe this to the massive amounts of ecanachea, zinc and vitamin C I was downing all day yesterday.

But for good measure, I figured I’d lay down a bit longer. We went to bed late after having a few folks over to roast marshmallows for my birthday, and better safe than…sicker.

Anyway, I tried, but soon found out…I had Scotland on the brain.

When I was a kid and couldn’t sleep, I did what most girls do: I planned my wedding.

Let’s just say, Thank you Jesus that my wedding didn’t end up like THAT.

"Listen, Bridesmaids. You will wear it AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!"

But I already had my wedding, and it was beautiful and amazing so…well, planning over.

"Eh. Well, I guess so."

So I’m far more inclined these days to think about house rehab stuff, or cooking (yes, really), or, if I have a fun trip coming up…planning for the trip. Yeah yeah, I know this makes me old.

Anyway, fingers crossed, but we’re planning on going back to Scotland next summer.

This is not Ireland. I never lived in Ireland. That was Chrissy.

Well, it’s “back” for me, but will be the first time for Ben. For the probably two people who read my blog who don’t know, I lived in Edinburgh, Scotland from 2002-2006. For three of those years, I went to college, and one year I stayed and worked. For a long time, I thought I might just stay and live there. It was the only *place* I’d really lived as an adult (I’d lived two years out of high school on the Doulos, travelling Asia and Africa), and I knew how to function there. I knew the bus routes and how tariffs worked and where the good take-away was. (BTW, I cannot express to you how much I miss the doner kebab from the chippie on Ratcliffe Terrace. Lordy, that might be the first place I go to when I go back.) I could give the tourists directions. It was far more comfortable living there that it was in America. It was a daunting idea, coming back to the States and getting used to living here again. As an adult.

Of course, you know the end of the story. I eventually did come back, and moved to Indianapolis. Indy and Edinburgh are worlds apart in most every way (except both places have good Indian food and a plethora of men with facial hair). I love my life here, and wouldn’t change it for anything. But I do miss what still feels like “my first home”. I grew up there. I figured out who I really was and what I believed and what was important to me.

So I’m happy that I’ll get to share it with my dear husband next summer. Butterflies-excited about it!

(Of course, he’s equally excited….especially to go here:)

Just a dram. Or two.


One Response to “Home again, home again.”

  1. J November 14, 2010 at 7:48 am #

    I shall advise the mutton manufacturers of Midlothian that there is going to be a marked uplift in their doner kebab sales.

    Think of it as playing your part in the recovery of the Scottish economy.


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