Our last month. I am feeling both an excitment to be heading home soon, but also a sadness that I am not sure I can fully explain. In the last two and a half months we have immersed ourselves into our adopted country at full speed. We hit the ground running and did exactly what we came to do ... blend in. The rail (tra...

I still hate the stairs. I still cannot climb the 52 stairs to my front door, without doubling over at stair 35, and breathing as though I just ran a marathon or finished a pack of Virginia Slims. No, I do not smoke, but it looks like I do, should you pass me in our winding old staircase. It has been 6 weeks and it has...

A few days after we arrived and a few days after going full ham on getting the flat together, I felt the ugliness of a meltdown coming on. Obviously I have been away from home for more than a week before, but this time it was not just a vacation, it was a mini move and we would be here for three months. I was still exc...

You plan, you make lists, you rewrite the lists, and you have in your head all the ideas and visions of what life is going to be like in Scotland for three months. The Youtube videos are all watched and the trips are planned. Of course what you are really wanting is it to be exactly like Jamie and Claire from Outlander...