Edinburgh, My Heart’s Home
<p>It’s a strange thing, finding somewhere that feels like the last piece of a jigsaw. Like it was waiting for you to come into its heart and fill yourself with its essence.</p>
<p>Home isn’t always a physical place, of course. Home can be people, a pet, a memory. But in my case? It happened to be a city full of secrets and the weight of its own history.</p>
<p>Edinburgh had been calling to me for years. My paternal family are Scottish. My great-grandparents were fluent Scottish Gaelic speakers. I’d grown up with stories of the city. Yet I had never managed to see it for myself. Until the day I arrived to begin my master’s degree in medieval literature at the University of Edinburgh.</p>
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