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Coming home is often a bittersweet experience. I wasn’t ready to leave Scotland. A little part of me felt at home there, in a place where part of my history […]
Coming home is often a bittersweet experience. I wasn’t ready to leave Scotland. A little part of me felt at home there, in a place where part of my history […]
When I was little, I assumed I was an impatient person because I always seemed to be waiting for something. Waiting for Christmas, birthdays, a sibling to come home, the […]