f4f3 | Like Websters Dictionary, I'm Edinburgh Bound

As of the 30th of this month, I'll no longer be resident in Glasgow's leafy West End. No, I'll be an Edinburgher, swapping a flat a few steps from the River Kelvin, to one practically at the bottom of Arthur's Seat (I just typoed that as "Author's Seat", which isn't too bad a slip, at that).

The move has been a bit prolonged by other stuff going on, but I mostly finished up this weekend. I still have a metric shit-ton of boxes to unpack, but at least I have somewhere to unpack them to.

It's another tennament style flat, with a good big bay window and a side view on the Arthur's seat. At the front I overlook a Scottish Widows building and a lot of trees. The Commonwealth Pool is a few steps away, and I'm about a 10 minute walk from the Meadows.

It's a move that's been a long time coming, I suppose. I've been working in Edinburgh for about 5 years now, and the commute isn't getting any quicker. A lot of my socialising is getting done in this side of the country too, to the extent that I was getting home about once or twice a week.

I'm not underestimating the culture change. In fact, I'm overestimating it. I'm going from one student area to another, with the same spread of restaurants, pubs, and gig venues on my doorstep.

I'll miss the old place, it holds some very good memories. But it's also the place where a lot of stuff... just didn't work out.

If I want things to work out, I think I need a new place, that doesn't hold any memories for me.

Hey, ho, let's go...