My grandfather came from Glasgow, and my mom used to tell us that that made her father a “Glaswegian”. When I go to Scotland, I feel that pull that says, “You’re home,” as I imagine myself standing in my croft door looking out to sea.
I traveled to Scotland way back when with my parents and sister, several times with my mom after my dad died, and once with my husband. Then in 1996 I started taking my solitary trips there. This is the first time I’ve rented a place; I wonder what I’ll discover at this cottage-near-the-sea? Don’t worry, I’ll let you know; the place has wifi. I made sure of that.