Is Edinburgh’s Lifeblood its Poison?

Walking up the slope from the platforms of Waverley Station for the first time is forever etched into my memory. Emerging into the bright summer light onto Waverley Bridge and looking out directly over Princes Street Gardens and the Castle towering over the city in the distance. A sea of green channeled by steep volcanic cliffs on one side and Georgian elegance on the other. The city was just breathtaking. It had been a slim possibility of finding a place I could pursue my interests while remaining close to a girlfriend who was aiming to attend St Andrews University. What I found was a life long love affair, the first and only place I ever felt was home. For a variety of reasons I would repeatedly leave and return to the city but every time I was away it hurt. Over the years I also watched the city change and in some ways not entirely for the better. <a href="https://ajmerron.medium.com/is-edinburghs-lifeblood-its-poison-f0621cc9cf97">Website</a>