I have been working on a post about all of the things I will miss about living in the UK.
I want to remember the good times,
and the wonderful places.
As I was writing the post,
I started to think about Glasgow.
It really is no mystery that I have had a love/hate relationship with this city.
Maybe more hate than love.
I have subtly (or not so subtly at times)
made it known that this is not my favorite place in the world.
I have noticed my attitude towards the city,
and I have become increasingly aware of how I need to put myself in check.
Bitterness is not cute.
Through a little self reflection,
and with our move to the states fast approaching,
I have realized that my feelings towards Glasgow have less to do with Glasgow,
and more to do with the circumstances that Stephen and I have experienced since moving here.
It has really been a struggle,
and we have had to go up against a lot of obstacles.
It has left us hurt and angry,
and we project those feelings onto the city itself.
I think as humans we have a tendency to do this,
place unwarranted feelings on something,
because of a situation that made us upset.
Our minds tend to associate feelings,
with things and places based on isolated instances that left us feeling a particular way.
It is how phobias and fears often manifest.
Situations in life,
good and bad,
happen in certain places,
and sometimes it can be hard to separate the emotions that go along with the incident,
from the place itself.
It is why people tend to run from place to place...
it is why I left LA initially,
and why I left Orange County.
I am guilty of not being able to separate unfortunate circumstance that can happen anywhere,
from the place they happen in.
Instead of only focusing and remembering the terrible things that have occurred here,
I need to remember all of the wonderful things,
like getting engaged and married to the love of my life.
I know that a couple of years from now,
I will be able to look back and see the good things about Glasgow.
Just like all I can think of right now,
is how much I love LA.
And yet there was a time,
where I could not wait to get out of that city.
Our homes and the cities we live in are the memory keepers of our lives.
Their streets are lined with our greatest victories,
The floor boards marked with every failed step...
Today I am thankful for the places that map out my journey.
Even Glasgow ;)