Skip to main content

Trekking around Scotland... for the craic...

Oh what a busy week!
I have traversed half of Scotland over the past couple of days and I am now on my way home to Aberdeen to snuggle in to bed before my 5AM start tomorrow.
Actually, that is a lie. It is a 5.30AM start tomorrow. Sleep in!!

It has been a good week, a great week actually.
I very much enjoyed meeting up with everyone at our work meeting on Wednesday, and it is always a pleasure to go to Stirling. I struggle to call it a city, it is really more like a large town, but it is a beautiful one. For some reason, the Wallace monument always looks as though it is set against a painted landscape. It is beautiful.

I was facilitating a course in Stirling today, so rather than drag myself across the country twice in three days, I went to Edinburgh for a few day instead. It was lovely to be back, more so because I got to catch up with so many lovely people and just have a catch up. The last two weeks before I moved were so frantic I really didn't get to spend enough time with everyone. It was nice to get to do that this week.

Yesterday, I went to Glasgow. I discovered something weird.
Glasgow has its own smell. Seriously. I got off the train in Queen Street and inhaled in an old familar smell. It was great! I never really noticed before, and to be honest I struggled to explain it to my pal when I told him. If you see me making funny faces getting off the train in future, you know what I am trying to do.

I got to spend time with both of my boys in Glasgow. What I thought were going to be a quick 'hello, I miss your face' pit stops, turned out to be two really decent catch ups. What is even better is that one of the boys is going to be in Aberdeen for a visit REALLY SOON!!! How exciting is that? Strangely, I am looking forward to showing them around my new city, around my new home. I guess it is not strange, Aberdeen is beautiful, but it is interesting how my perception of the place has changed so quickly. I rather like it.

Even though I have had a long, long week, and I have many more days before my next day off, I feel reinvigorated after my wee jaunt down South. It is amazing how much joy I get from my friends. Be it a long overdue lunch date or just a couple of beers before I catch my train.

One thing that has surprised me, is how people have reacted to me after being away for less than a month. Apparently, I am smiling more, I look less stressed, my voice sounds different, the list is endless! A number of people even walked past me not recognising me (I did cut off most of my hair but I still have the same puck head... that hasn't changed). My next adventure is to visit my cousin at the end of the month. I am very excited by it and curious to see if she can see a difference in me too!

Until the next time,

Lu xx

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Ah November. You have returned.

I woke up this morning with a dullness in my heart that I normally don't have in the morning.
On my mornings allocated to sleep in I resemble a sloth blissfully unaware of life in a cocoon, but on a normal morning I wake up with a bit of a bounce. I start my day with a bit of shower time karaoke. I dance around the bedroom as I get dressed for the day. I have a great time. ( Jeez, as I write this I suddenly appreciate Stuart's morning patience a little bit more! Ha!)  Anyway, the point being, despite a very early bed time last night I woke up a wee bit deflated.

Then I remembered  that my old nemesis November has returned.
I did a quick calculation. Marguerite would be 32 next week.
32! Being 32 was one of my favourite times.
Another quick calculation, Marguerite will be gone 15 years this month. 15 years. 2 more years and she will be gone as long as she was with us.
Every November is a little bit easier than the last. Of course it is. Time is a wonderful healer.
But every cal…

Turning 28.

Well. It happened. I turned 28. You know, ignoring a manic depression which lasted all of 20 minutes, I'm pretty ok with it. Rather than shy away from the fact that 30 is just around the corner, I've decided to confront it. Head on. "How?" I hear you ask. Well I have decided to celebrate the final years of being a twenty-something by embarking on a '30 things to do before I'm 30' challenge. I've been working on it for weeks. My friends here in Edinburgh have been really encouraging and I think together we have compiled a pretty mega list. Here we go (in no particular order)
1)Read the BBC top 100 books
2)Bungee jump (I should mention here I'm afraid of heights)
3)Go zorbing
4)Learn a new language
5)Visit the Sistine Chapel
6)Make a quilt (I've always wanted to. I blame Winona Ryder)
7)Visit Tiffani in Utah
8)Parachute Jump with Agata

9)Raise money for charity
10)Do the Great Scottish Run (ugh. The idea pains me.)
11)Sell something I've created
12) Publish somet…

2020

I have started this blog post four times now.
I think that is a new record for my procrastination.
I didn't do a New Year blog, and my previous versions of this were a look back on 2019.
I'll be very honest, I don't want to look back on 2019.
I want to put it in a box, and seal it away forever.

There were some fabulous moments. Of course there were! I got engaged to the most wonderful man I have ever known. I witnessed the weddings of some of my best friends. Babies were born. There was an abundance of soft play, cuddles and karaoke.

For me, 2019 will mostly remind me of being ill. It was a huge part of the year. The worry consumed me for the majority of the latter half. I now know more about hypertension, blood pressure, kidney function and kidney failure than I ever thought necessary.

It sucks being ill. It sucks knowing that you have an illness that will never go away. It doesn't feel fair. If I am very honest with myself I went into a little bit of a pity pit for a w…