Making Every Day An Adventure
My third week left at home passes by in a blur of delicious food, little adventures and easy days. On Tuesday my mama and I decide to go through to Edinburgh and soak up the atmosphere. The Fringe Festival is on and Edinburgh is buzzing. We meet my grandparents for lunch in a hotel that looks out over Princes Street and the weather is beautiful. We watch the street performers in awe like little children and I buy some of the final things I need for going away and begin to get really organised. I am glowing with excitement.
The next morning my mama and I decide to go on an adventure. After a lot of deliberation we decide to go to a windfarm that's only a short drive away because it's a beautiful, sunny day and the last time we went it was cold, miserable and foggy. I am excited to see this old place in a new light. It's eight miles round and we ride side by side so that we can keep on talking constantly. Sometimes I laugh so much I almost crash. Sometimes I forget how similar I am to my mother, and other times it is so abundantly clear. Cycling through the windfarm the landscape is so deeply beautiful it is unreal.
That night I’m sitting on my bed with my bedroom curtains open and I watch as countless seagulls fly around as the last drops of light vanish from the sky until eventually the sky is as black as ink. I am full of emotions, good and bad. I always pride myself on knowing everything. It is very hard for someone to say something about me in this little town and for me not to hear about it through the grapevine. Yet despite the fact that I've always believed it is better to know even the worst things than to be ignorant, it is less heartbreaking to be ignorant, even if it does stop you looking a fool. I'm in two minds but I remind myself I only have mere days left in this town and I shouldn't spend it being angry at silly, childish things like this. I am determined to only focus on the good things, like my beautiful family whose love surrounds me, and that much I am extraordinarily grateful for. When I finally shut the blinds it is late at night and my soul is still, more still than I can remember. I can feel all the good to come and it fills me up with hope. Through all the loss and heartache, I am strong.
When Sunday comes I convince my family to go on more adventures with me. I've got my bike all fixed up and so we decide to go cycling round Milport even though the weather is questionable at best. We have a picnic and the rain clears up just in time for us getting on our bikes. I race my brother down hills and we laugh at old jokes. We were just children the last time we cycled on these roads and it's hard to believe so much time has passed. The best thing about having brothers is that you always have a best friend. I don't know what I would do without their love and support.
I go on little adventures everyday. In my town, in Glasgow, slowly I'm starting to say temporary goodbyes to these places so dear to me. On Wednesday it is a beautiful day so we go up to Loch Lomond and relax. I am tearing around Scotland like a girl possessed, but I am determined to see as much as I can before I leave. How can I go to another country for a year without first exploring the place I've always called home?
I am so unimaginably happy in those moments, surrounded by the people I love most in the world, that I can hardly put it into words. Two weeks today I will be on a plane headed for Hyderabad and this next chapter in my life, but I am determined to make the ending to this chapter one of the happiest I have ever written. Scotland is so beautiful and I am so proud to call it my home.