This would be my first time living in a city. I always felt like this lifestyle would be perfect for me but perhaps it was more of a want for change.
Every time my parents took me there I would stare out of the car window in fascination at the tall office buildings that, no matter what time you drove past them, there always seemed to be a light in one of the windows. I would stare in awe at the multitudes of people going about their day and admire the diversity. I would wonder where they were going, what was on their mind, what their ambitions were - it was fascinating to me because it really got me thinking about how inwards we can be as people. We don't often think about the lives of strangers but, sitting in the car driving through the city, I couldn't help but feel moved by how many different lives were brushing past each other - each of them with their own story.
Edinburgh is a beautiful city. I'm certain anyone who has moved here was enchanted from day one. And I'm still enchanted. Perhaps I can explain this. It's the cobblestones of the Royal Mile under your feet that have been polished by history, history that you see in the architecture and monuments around the city. It's Edinburgh Castle that watches over you on it's rocky outpost as you walk along Princes Street. It feels like Edinburgh's beauty hasn't been obscured by the changes that modernity has brought to it. It still has its personality. I guess that's why it feels special.
I chose this place because I didn't want to be a spectator to all this. I wanted to finally be a part of it.
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