If you had asked me a week ago how you can be a citizen in your own city or country, I would have told you I had no clue whatsoever. That's because I actually didn't, nor had bothered to try.
Usually we think about tourism as something we do when we go abroad, and last spring I admired Gary for the way he kept on showing us Scotland in new and different way.
This week it became my turn to be a tourist and a guide at the same time.
One of the things I struggled with right after coming home from Glasgow was stillness. I felt like I had changed so much, and everything at home was still very much the same. I marveled at the speed with which I fell back into my old routines, even though I was no longer the same person.
This is a weird entry to write for me. Realizing that this is my last week in Glasgow, and with last comes a lot of see ya laters, and I don't like doing that. I don't like leaving friends, knowing it might be quite a while before I will be able to see them again, but they days are passing, and while I wish I had more numbers I just have to make the best of those left at my disposal.
I have had a friend visiting from Thursday until today, and we were exploring a bit of Glasgow and Scotland.
Friday we explored Glasgow Botanic Gardens, I will post an entry about that during the next week, and yesterday we went on a trip to Oban and Isle of Seil, aka isle of dreams. And sheep.
I already stated after my trip to Dublin (link) that this week is going to particular busy. Today I was in Inverness with Gary and a couple of foreigners. I have gotten over my fear of going alone, and now the best thing about the trips is possibly all the new people I get to meet.
They're all really something, and scenery and sunshine aside, they might actually be one of the best things.