When you are abroad, home becomes a fairy tale place. One you sink into when you fall asleep. Drifting in and out of consciousness. Remembering your best friends, family, favourite places. Drinking tea at the kitchen table with your mum. Driving around with your friends, singing your favourite songs. Watching crime show after crime show… Continue reading Home is not a Fairy Tale. It is a Reality you have avoided for too long.
My first time in Canada I was seven-years-old. Fourteen years ago my parents planned for us to visit relatives in Vancouver. The story goes: my Mum’s father had two brothers. When they were young men, one brother emigrated to New Zealand, the other brother emigrated to Canada, and my Grandfather stayed in Scotland. I have never… Continue reading Then and Now: Canada circa 2000 and 2014
Family day in the Stevens household. We collected the troops and headed for Auchmithie, a former fishing village on the coast. Despite being only half an hour away, I had never been there before. It was beautiful. The restaurant was perched on the side of a cliff overlooking the sea. You couldn’t tell where the… Continue reading The Scottish Coast and the Strangeness of Families
If there was ever a perfect incentive to wake up then my red Citroen waiting in the garage would win every time. Four months of no driving can take its toll on a country girl. But today I could drive and it was glorious. First stop: Dundee. I would say that it is difficult to… Continue reading Pandas, Sharks and Memory Lane
I am back home in Scotland now. Laying in my marshmallow bed and listening to the birds chirping in the forest outside. It’s pretty early and I have been awake since 3am. Jet-lag has truly taken over my body clock. The flights home were uneventful and I was very grateful. Although I was sat beside… Continue reading A Quick Update on Scottawa