They say Home is where your Heart is, but my Heart is Wild and Free... So am I homeless, or just heartless?
The windowsills, once filled with carved Pumpkins, spooky Skeletons and scary Ghost are now light up by blinking Christmas lights, adorned by brightly coloured Baubles and beautifully wrapped Gifts. The golden leaves that hung heavy from the old trees at Regent Park now litter the pathway, turning it into a brightly patched carpet, and a woollen hat is tightly wrapped around my head to protect my ears from the biting chill as I make my way to work.
October is over and winter has slowly but steadily crept its way into Edinburgh City.
The last month has gone by in a heartbeat, yet feels like it burdens a lifetime full of precious moments, marking my memory for eternity. People from back home have visited and I won't lie, and say that it felt odd to see someone from my old life causally walking through my new one. But I had a great time trying to fit everything Scottish worth trying into the few days they were here.
So we ate Haggis, drank IRNBru, stood at the Castle and walked along the Royal Mile.
October has been filled with many memorable days, from having Birthday Cupcakes with my friends, over tracing the footpaths of her Majesty the Queen on the Royal Yacht Britannia, to dancing the night away as a skeleton on Halloween.
The City and its people have captured me in their remarkable beauty and everyday I get swept of by a new adventure, be it going swimming with a service user or climbing Arthur's Seat in the evening to watch the sun go down behind the blinking lights of Edinburgh.
And I close my eyes after a lateshift at work, or a long night out with my friends, or just an uneventful day off, and I feel HOME.