Scotland 2015 – heading back to London

I made it to the plane station and got checked in on time. My body is such a mess I can’t keep food down and didn’t sleep a wink last night. There might have been some quiet sobbing into the pillow.

When the flight left the tarmac, the tears arrived. They didn’t stop until I reached London. God, this is the hardest thing I’ve done in years. How do you leave a place that you know is home? How do you make yourself go back to a life you don’t want?

I grabbed a snack at Luton then caught the coach to Heathrow. From there it was a London taxi to Staines and back to Mykal’s place. Time to rejig my luggage and see how the bleeding hell I’m going to get all this stuff home. I’ll jettison clothes, but the Scotch is going! Win, lose, shit or bust, it’s going!

Here’s hoping I sleep tonight because it’s back to Chicago tomorrow. Shoot me now.

Author: MacScottie

I'm a South African-born American who dabbles in writing, photography and cookery. I lived in England for 6 years before moving to America. My first trip to Scotland was in 2003 and it was love at first sight. 4 trips later & I'm now on a quest to find a way back to my soul-home in Scotland. I've picked up favourite foods in each place I've lived so I'm a product of all the places I've been. A sprinkling of this, a dash of that and in an emergency, a generous splash of Scotch! View all posts by MacScottie