Life Update /003 - OOO edition
Nine days in Scotland, five of them in Glasgow, the city of perpetual becoming.
This letter began three days ago, from the worn leather of a pub seat, where the windows framed a slice of Glasgow's perpetual grey. A proper out-of-office edition if ever there was one. We found ourselves in this city that we've never quite known, despite our periodic visits from Edinburgh ⎼ a place we once called home.
We'd come here before, crossing the country for evenings of promise: a memorable dinner here, a night at the ballet there. Once, in a fit of practical idealism, we even entertained the notion of making this place our home. But theories crumble under the weight of lived experience, don't they? Upon closer inspection, the rough-hewn charm of Glasgow revealed itself as perhaps too abrasive for our softer selves. And I'm grateful for the path not taken. Edinburgh, with its literary ghosts and castle-crowned skyline, suited us then ⎼ a reflection of our own romantic notions of what life should be.
And yet, here we are again, in this city of perpetual becoming. The photos before me tell stories of moments caught between raindrops: glimpses of beauty in unexpected corners, fragments of connection amidst urban cacophony. They serve as a visual diary of not just this trip, but of the recent past ⎼ a collage of experiences that have shaped our days and nights.
These images remind me that while Glasgow may never be 'ours' in the way Edinburgh was, it still has the power to surprise, to offer up slices of life worth remembering. And isn't that, after all, the very essence of travel ⎼ to be touched by a place, even if you never quite call it home?