I had forgotten about this day until yesterday when I chose to scan this particular roll of film. It was late summer and I was nineteen. M and I were just getting to know each other. And seven years later I find myself here, reminiscing over those early days. Tentative. Bashful. Special.
To me, home is really wherever my loved ones are. It's not a particular street or a particular house. But Edinburgh has a hold over my heart. It feels like home in ways I can't fully explain. And who knows, maybe one day it will be home. But if not, it will be special to me regardless. Always.