I am most unsettled

 I am an accidental nomad. 

I have been living away from the place I was born for a very long time, and have been moving often and far. 

I never felt like I wanted to settle somewhere, until I arrived where I am now. 

Edinburgh, Scotland. 

I won't be here for long, most likely, so I hope journaling my love of it will keep it present in my life long after I've left. 

I believe this will be of very little interest to anyone except myself so I'll be writing whatever crosses my mind.

I'll post old stories, and some new, and I will chronicle some of my days. I will rant about things and wax lyrical about others. 

I'll often speak about being displaced (not forcibly, mind you!), about not fitting in, and exercise a dose of sarcasm about things that rub me the wrong way.

I'll talk about the beauty of Edinburgh (without many pictures, as I'm not a photographer). About my family (without specifics, as others need their privacy) and home. About small things and really quite big ones. 

I will also talk, when the time comes, about moving, yet again, to a new country (perhaps even a new continent) and a new adventure. New food, new smells, new people.

I'll sometimes talk about politics, and science, and management. About raising a single child, about being a relatively older mum. About loving cats and seeking balance.

I'm doing this on doctor's orders. No, really!

2020 has left me more isolated and alone than I ever thought possible. My GP has suggested that keeping a diary might help. With what, I'm not sure but as I can't really hit the bottle (doctor's orders plus I hate alcohol and all that goes with it) and I'm not particularly fond of antidepressants either, it had better work!

Signing off with a pic of my happy place (the Cramond foreshore).