I’ve now been in Scotland two years. It seems longer than that.
I could lie and say they have been the best two years of my life but they haven’t. They’ve been stressful, hurtful and a lot of work. I think they can best be described in terms of a grieving process. I lost a part of my life when I moved across the North Sea and I needed to work through my grief before I could see what my new life was giving me. That was very hard – especially because I failed to recognise my grief.
But here I am two years later and I have managed to build a new life. This takes time, I was told, but I never believed it.
Here’s to many more years in Scotland. May they be so much better than the last two.
And, finally, was it worth it? Yes. Yes, it has been worth it. Yes.
As a non-Scot not living in Scotland, I can empathise – but it does get easier, as does living anywhere new. I can’t imagine being anywhere else now (well, except for giving it all up and living in the desert…!)
Good luck!
*now* living, rather!
Still missing you over here though … it’s not so easy being all snarky and big city-y on my own you know (trying my hardest though ;))
Ken, I miss you too. You know I do. But, hey, you should visit sometime?
Vicky, I didn’t know you lived up here! Do you still keep a blog?