When I left Scotland in 2004 and flitted to Australia with a man I had only know known for a few months friends and family said ‘sure if it doesn’t work out you can always come back’. At the time I thought ‘hell no, I’ll be in Australia with a visa and a job, why would I come back?’ Fast forward 11 years and here we are back in Scotland except as it turns out you can never truly go back.
In 2004 I was 24, young, free and single. I lived with my darling bestie in a hipster student area, we worked hard, played harder and were generally having a blast in our own wee bubble. In 2016 I’m 36, married with two kids and living in the suburbs with my in laws while our new home is being built. You are more likely to find me curled up in bed with Netflix and a colouring book on any given week night than in the pub. Cheap cider or beer are no longer my drinks of choice, I’m a proscecco or wine girl and I’m more likely to be in a crazy soft play centre on a weekend than in my bed recovering from a hangover. Okay okay so the hangover will probably still be there, it’ll just be drowned out by the sounds of screaming children rather than muffled by my duvet.
Emigrating was all about adventure and trying new things with someone I barely knew, returning has been about family, comfort and slowing down albeit with the same person who I now know inside out. So you see its not coming back, I’ve never been here before in this capacity. I am starting again in nearly every area of my life. New house, new furniture, new clothes, making new friends, renewing relationships with family and old friends including my bestie, who now has three kids, a husband and an uber responsible job. Times change, people move on, their lives change and grow, shockingly the world I left didn’t just stop during the 11 years I wasn’t there. So you can never really go back but there is something exciting about starting again somewhere familiar. Seeing Glasgow through an older set of eyes, I’m excited to rediscover old haunts, explore new places and to rebuild our lives here.
The vast majority of people think we are crazy to have moved from Australia to Scotland, mainly due to the weather. Isn’t it funny how much our lives and emotions are affected by the weather? I didn’t leave Scotland because of the weather, I had never really considered leaving before I was offered the opportunity and the weather never really bothered me. Truth be told I’m more of a winter person than a summer person anyway. I love coming back to the cold weather, the promise of snow, I could do without the rain but it feels quieter and less demanding than the sunshine and steamy hot days in Australia, plus did you see my cute new wellies? Feel free to remind me I said all this in a years time when I am complaining about the incessant rain and cold!
You can never go back but you can return and start something new and different than before. There are good days and bad days and starting again is hard work but I can’t wait to see how it turns out.