Well I suppose it’s true what they say in that the Scottish are the most friendly of folks, given I sat next to a Scottish woman named Wilma on my connection from Philly into Edinburgh who took me in as her own. She was highly conversational, introduced me to her son Max, told me of her background, was inquisitive and practically in my lap looking at the map I’d pinned and made for myself. She told me she’d just flown to the States from Scotland to spend two weeks in Charlotte, North Carolina.
Eventually I moved to the back of the airplane where there were a few empty rows and made myself comfortable for the last stretch of eleven flight hours. As I arrived into Edinburgh and came through customs the sun was up, greeting me to a 9am morning time. I found the proper tram that would get me to my flat and soon found myself in the middle of Edinburgh and overwhelmed by the architecture.
After hopping off the stop near Princes Street, I walked a few blocks with my suitcase until I stepped onto the Royal Mile and down a quaint alley way where the buzzer to my AirBnB flat was. Calim rushed down to help me out with my suitcase up a length of spiral stairs and I was immediately overwhelmed by the flat. The photos had looked stunning but really seeing it in person and the views of Royal Mile from the windows swept me off my feet and filled me with gratitude.
Madeleine Peyroux was playing on the background in the flat speakers and for a moment, after what has been a very trying twelve months, I wanted to break down with thankfulness. I poured myself a wine glass of cold water and fell asleep not long after, sleeping through my alarm and much longer than I had intended, waking at some 6pm to my first evening in Edinburgh.
Practicing my letters. #craftybitch #stitchwitch #fat #embroidery #pizzasisters4lyfe