It felt like Christmas.
Like the childlike excitement bubbling up just before bedtime on Christmas eve.
It felt like Scotland.
Like the elated, long awaited arrival in the place that feels most like home than anywhere or anything before.
This is happiness.
And I never want it to end.
I don't want the happiness to slip away and melt like the snow eventually will.
I don't want to forget and then fall back into mediocre. Unsatisfied living.
I want to hold on to the feeling and use it.
Use it to focus on the Scottish dream. To focus on the exciting creative projects brewing inside my mind. To focus on the next chapter of my life.
