I’m in Scotland. It’s brilliant. Rolls n Sausage, Fish Suppers, pickled onions, Irn Bru, warm family, drunk aunties, rainy barbecues and filthy kids. It makes me homesick. Homesick for Scotland. I live in Brisbane now. Have done for the best part of 11 years. But I miss my home land. I really miss it. Coming back makes me realise just how much. This is summer here. It’s holiday time and the family have made an extra effort for us. We really appreciate it too. It’s humbling and exciting and fun. I realise it’s not this brilliant or even welcoming all the time. I also know, before long, I will be hankering for the wide open skies and swimming pools and sunny heat of Brisbane. I realise with no small amount of fear that Scotland may never be home again, I realise with even more fear that Brisbane might never be enough. I’m not sure where it leaves me.
June 22, 2009...11:23 am
Scotland – home and away
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June 27, 2009 at 3:09 am
It leaves you a gypsy Lee, which makes home wherever you and your family are! (And you should totally wear some gypsy bling, like a big thick gold earring or something!)
Like the new blog you blogger you! And now I want a fish supper!
June 29, 2009 at 8:47 pm
The fat goldy-looking earring is on order. The fish supper I could help you with but they get cold very quickly and they’re shite when they do.
The gypsy family theory is excellent. The wife agrees wholeheartedly. And thank you for some very kinds words.