I consider myself an accidental immigrant. It was not my plan to settle in Scotland. I arrived in November 2000 with the intention to get a job, stay for a few months and then move on, city by city, until I hit Italy, where I would relax, slurp Chianti and enjoy life. I had given myself a year for my ‘Grand European Tour’.
It’s May 2023. I’m still in Scotland. Still trying to figure out how to arrive and belong, while keeping warm in a double layer of knitwear. Still asking: How?
How?
How do you arrive? Belong? Without blending into the background. How do you not lose your self as you travel worlds, negotiate lives? How do you stay true to your core in temporary accommodation, and your core, such an adventurer! Thrives on continuous exploration yet lives on the familiar warmth of what you are leaving behind. Every moment. Even now.
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I relate in large part, Britta
~David
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Thanks, David. Much appreciated.
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Sometimes, we are, just, searching for that place, to allow our hearts to, feel, settled, in, and, most of the times, we find it, by, accident, when we aren’t, even, looking, and, we’d come, hone.
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Thanks for reading and commenting, taurusingmini. Much appreciated.
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It’s a very long adventure.
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Happenstance! Another of life’s great words, and experiences!
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Oh, happenstance… what a beauty!!!
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