Warning: sappy post.
Is it possible to suddenly fall in love with the city where you are living, just walking in a park on a April afternoon?
Someone told me to suspend any judgment about Scotland, until I saw it in the spring.
The first time I came here, it was full winter in Highlands, and I was particularly struck by the gray, brown and white shades of landscapes.
I have always looked at Scotland as my "American dream", and seeing it so drowsy and melancholic was strange, I'm already pretty melancholic by myself and the surroundings weren't helping to feel relieved.
The second time, I arrived in late autumn with a one way ticket and I sperimented it in its darkest and coldest period.
But it was worth, totally.
One morning you wake up, take the usual shortcut in the park going to work, and you notice the first buds on the twisted and bare branches of a tree.
One week later you find the park in bloom, with a sun you haven't seen for ages, an explosion of green and pink and blue, full of life, and you fall in love.
Or maybe I've just started to look at it with different eyes, I don't know, because while the city was starting to coming out the cold and dark season, and nature was changing, I was doing the same as well.
Here, I feel at home like I haven't felt for a long time, anywhere else.
I feel good as I haven't felt for a long time.
Of course, I also feel particularly lonely, some days more than others, and it's rough.
This months have been hard, trying to express myself in a language that is not mine is sometimes difficult, as well as trying to make friends as a shy and introverted person, that still finds difficult turning thoughts into understandable and clear sentences.
But it was worth it and spring is here.