I’m in heaven. I’m working so hard and so many hours, my feet and back hurt more than ever, but I just don’t even care. There are drunk Scottish men singing ballads along with an accordion in the bar right now, and I can’t even describe how much I love it. I feel more at home here than I did even in Canada. And London… let’s just pretend that never happened. Not my style.
The air here is so fresh and clean, and the only noise comes from sheep across the road. And even at their loudest, no matter what the time, it’s just cute.
Everyone I’ve met (with the exception of some English guests), has been so so friendly. I’m allowed to be here for almost 2 more years, and I’m already sad to leave.
I’m so thankful that we found this job and got to stay in the UK and really get a chance to enjoy it. What a waste it was all about to be.
I really don’t want to sound boastful, but my life is great right now. Simple, quiet, and beautiful. And that’s not something I’ve been able to say very much in the past.
Why, tell me, does everyone I’ve ever loved not live in Scotland? And why can’t I stay forever?