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I’m back in Edinburgh.

The night before my flight home, I convinced myself I wasn’t going to the airport. I really worked myself up about leaving.

The minute I got back to Scotland, I was so happy to be back. The fresh air hit me as soon as I stepped off the plane and Anna surprised me at the airport.

Edinburgh feels a lot more like home than I remembered. Actually, I think I forgot what “home” really feels like.

There’s the kind of homes that feel like you belong, that was Berlin for me.

And there’s the kind of homes that feel like they belong to you, that’s Edinburgh.