Edinburgh: The City I Keep Leaving
<p>Iam, at heart, a homebody and perhaps that is why part of me is forever shocked I don’t live in my birth city. It’s especially dumbfounding given just how sensational Edinburgh, Scotland is as an abode: knock it out the park architecture everywhere the eye can see; it’s a manageable size (everything is basically ten minutes away from everything else); it is a place of international significance, historically (the birthplace of the Age of Enlightenment) and now (the city’s population doubles in size every August for its miscellany of festivals (International, Fringe, Book, Jazz)).</p>
<p>I left Edinburgh for the first time in 2000, aged seventeen to go to university (destination: Oxford) and returned in 2003, only to leave it again in 2012, aged twenty-eight (destination: London) hoping to leave behind my broken-heart and to kickstart my life as a blindsided singleton.</p>
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