Seems as though I just don't want to leave.
With all the terrible things that have happened in the last few years, and coming to terms with the sometimes-very-negative reality of Scotland, I have found that somewhere deep in myself is still that person who loves this land more than the negative people that can sometimes inhabit the place. Silly as it is, it's as if I have an ancestral need to be planted here, in this damp and inhospitable climate.
Hundreds of years ago, my ancestors left here, and Ireland, to find a better place and success in the New World. I hate to be the only one who ever returned, only to find the same fate. I want to be the one that stayed.
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