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Edinburgh.<\/p>\nI grew up in rural America. Mountains and trees, streams and fields. Rugged country.<\/p>\n
I’ve lived in cities since college. Richmond. Raleigh. Baltimore.<\/p>\n
At one time in my life, about a decade ago now, I thought that New York City would have been a fantastic place to be. Unfortunately, my friends who are New Yorkers have been pretty unanimous in saying that, no, I really wouldn’t fit<\/i> New York. My head’s in the clouds too much or something.<\/p>\n
I’d love living in DC. Recently, I’ve applied for some editorial jobs in DC. Those would be a blast<\/i>.<\/p>\n
I do have a dream, though. A long shot, never going to fucking happen, dream. A win-the-lottery-and-I-might-consider-it dream.<\/p>\n
Edinburgh.<\/p>\n
I can’t quite explicate the reasons why.<\/p>\n
I’ve never been to Edinburgh, let alone to Scotland.<\/p>\n
It might be the soccer. (I tell people now<\/i> that I’m a Hibs fan, even though I don’t actually follow Scottish football.) It might be the culture. It might be the history. It might even be the beer.<\/p>\n
I’d get myself a place. I’d sit in a pub all day and write. I’d go to soccer matches. I’d follow the Scottish music scene. I’d work on my Gaelic. I’d find myself a curvy Scottish redhead. I’d be an American expatriate.<\/p>\n
And I’d be stupidly<\/i> happy.<\/p>\n
At least, that’s what I tell myself.<\/p>\n
It’s an absurd dream, I know. There’s no reason I can’t do the writing and the pubbing over here.<\/p>\n
But it’s my dream. It’s my lottery dream.<\/p>\n
I’d move to Edinburgh.<\/p>\n
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