MeliGoesRogue

I arrived at my destination last night exhausted and full of fear. The peace of the last journey across the Atlantic was too far in my rear view to draw on for this here moment. As with Ireland my entrance into the lovely city of Edinburgh was wracked with inconvenience and wet and cautious steps. This was why I never do cities, I need the peace and patience that the country offers. I could hear my mother in my ear prodding me onward. How would I cross the Atlantic and be brought down by a faulty door lock…I wouldn't…I couldn't.

As I sunk into that fizzy tub I allowed all that trepidation to wash off me and swirl down that drain. The wandering playlist I had lovingly crafted was reminding me of the sleep that had alluded me these past 28 hours. I begrudgingly turned the knob and watched the water disappear with the relief it warmed me with. I descended into the bed with a warm cup of tea and a lovely shortbread biscuit (aka favorite cookie, must be why I choose Scotland) crap I did tell you I was in Scotland right…oddly enough I'm so used to being secretive that when things are semi public I assume everyone's knows. Ugh I was waxing poetry and launched into some hum drum housekeeping items. Okay give me a moment as I place my Yeat's hat back on.

I pulled the covers against myself as I watched the people in the cobblestones streets below me continue to find their destinations. What would await me in the morning. The fear began to return as the warmth of the bed attached itself to me. The sun was still out but there was no light left in me to give. I allowed my lids to find their rest. Only here on this side of the world does sleep come easy to my weary soul.

I awoke with the first light of the day a meaningful reminder of this time zone and how I have missed it. I lingered in bed a bit relishing the quiet and solitude praying the excitement would conquer the fear of what lied ahead of those double white doors in the grassmarket.
I had chosen the area because of its old town location but also as it was described as a calmly happening place for fun. I love a good conundrum. I finally convinced myself that arriving to Edinburgh and never leaving my apartment would not make a good story and since I gave up my lying days years ago I was faced with facing the city. I pulled the door closed behind me, assuring the ancient lock pulled closed and hid away all the parts of me that are too heavy to carry.

On my way in the taxi yesterday i hadn't noticed I was at the bottom of a hill. Well come this morning my calves quickly started their list of complaints as I made my way up Bow street. As I reached the curve of the road I stopped into a tiny French bakery in the hope of sustenance for the day that lay ahead. Petit Dejuner

Whenever I start these posts I'm somewhere drinking and eating and full of energy, but inevitably a handsome gentleman comes up and starts a conversation with me, causing me to save my draft and offer my full attention. It is only when I lay in my bed ready to retire for the evening that I realize I left off and never returned. Such is the case with this post and unfortunately I'm too tired to finish for you. Perhaps you'll return tomorrow in the hopes of getting a two for one- I hope you get it cause for now the whisky is swirling and I'm shutting down and going to sleep.
I will leave you with a photo however in the hopes you'll come back to hear its story.