Edinburgh is the kind of city that sends chills up my spine at the mere mention of it.
Being back, I got the instant feeling of excited butterflies in my stomach—the kind I only ever experience when SVV picks me up at the airport after a long trip away, and I realize all over again that he is mine.
I wish Edinburgh were still mine. Perhaps it’s this quiet longing for the city to be my home that stirs something in my soul.
People who haven’t been there don’t understand my obsession with the Scottish capital, its locals and its culture. People who have, without fail, cite it as their favorite city, as well.
It’s the kind of city where artists create masterpieces and musicians discover muses around every windy, cobblestone bend.
It’s the kind of city that exudes such a magic that inspires J.K. Rowling to write a seven-book, bestselling series from one of its charmingly underrated Old Town cafes.
It’s the kind of city that its residents love so fully that they brave 300 days of unfavorable weather each year just to call it their own.
And it’s the kind of city that every person should experience at least once in their lives, so if you’ve never before thought about taking a little jaunt over the pond to Scotland, I sincerely beg you to reconsider.
I’ll even help you plan your trip there; that’s how much I want you to love it every bit as much as I do.