watching Harry Potter and its scenery, oh… i miss Scotland terribly. land of my heart forever.
i can still remember the spot, on the freeway twenty minutes down from Inverness, when i realised i am allowed to smile and be happy.
i remember how it felt.
Scotland’s the only place where i’ve felt free, weightless, unburdened. the bad things have been neutral names at the back of my head, easy to lock away.
the air is so clear, even i can breathe well. the winds whipping my hair on top of a hill overlooking the moors, i feel like i could just jump into the air and fly!
my tired feet so joyfully pounding the cobbled streets of Edinburgh, skipping up castle stairs, my mind reeling from the sheer beauty and the very history in the air.
tears burning at my eyes and choking me as a bagpiper blasts out a melancholy ballad at Glencoe. such cruel beauty, everywhere.
Rannoch Moor my absolute favourite place visited ever. Isle of Skye would doubtlessly beat it, should i ever make it there.
the way my heart began to beat out a happily anticipating tattoo as we neared the Highlands, the flip my stomach somersaulted at the dip in the road… it’s the same as love feels like. and love it is, although not towards a person as usually.
Scotland makes me smile.
it’s where i feel at home.
it’s where i become I.