I loved Edinburgh while I was there, but it wasn't till after I left that I realized
just how much. I miss it. I miss the stones, and the greenery. I miss the friendly smiles and raucous laughter. I miss my thighs and calfs aching from all the hill and step climbing. I miss buskers of all sorts plying their trade along the Royal Mile. I miss my walk into town everyday from the university housing I was staying in (that's what that last photo is from.) I miss tartan and broad accents and independent coffee shops. I miss the bohemian, art-loving feeling in the air. I miss living in the shade of Arthur's Seat, which gave me one of my best days of this entire trip on the day I hiked it and found ruins, spectacular views, and a bunny. I miss it all, really. One day I'll be back, Edinburgh, I promise.
