I’m pretty sure I’ve convinced her to move here with me, much to the chagrin of her family. But what can I say? I used to want to be a lawyer, kind of. I’m very persuasive.
We were SUPPOSED to make a trip to Paris, but that didn’t quite work out. Instead, we went to Edinburgh, which I’ve already seen quite recently. HOWEVER, we came upon something that made the whole trip absolutely worth it had it not already been fabulous what with the amazing company, surprisingly amazing weather, Ian and GREAT fun.
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| If you don’t understand who this is and why I’m SO excited, we may no longer be able to associate. |
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| Lovely, impromptu visit to one of Europe’s best kept secrets! |
There are also Moodies (different spelling but whatever) in Greyfriars, in case you’re wondering.
Perhaps I’ll spend the Olympics up there working on my manuscript (should I be graciously given more time with it and not axed). Clearly it looks like Greyfriar’s Cemetery, if not the whole city, is a good place for inspiration.
(Actually, on a related aside, I used Pere Lachaise in Paris to troll for some of the names in my novel; maybe cemeteries are just the place to go! I’m relieved I’m not the only one who uses cemeteries as a creative space!)
Anyway, I just love Edinburgh. London is frenetic and crowded and keeps you shrouded in anonymity, which I like in my 20s. However, once I’m done doing scandalous things and don’t need to be one in a faceless mass of millions, maybe Edinburgh really is the place to go. Or maybe I’m just being persuaded too easily; whenever I leave, there always seems to be someone saying, “Haste ye back.” (Also, on a pragmatic level, I’m always going to stick out around these parts, considering the accent and all.)