After spending two weeks at home over Easter break, I’ve done a bit of thinking about the Scottish Borders. My feelings about this place are constantly changing, sometimes I can’t abide it, I miss the fast nature of the city but other times I adore it.
I adore sleepy mornings, quiet afternoons, sunshine unfiltered, the continuous chirping of birds and a picturesque spot around almost every corner. My two weeks at home weren’t as relaxing as I would quite like (exams were looming and I spent a lot of time in my room revising *sob*) but it doesn’t mean I didn’t manage to procrastinate my time away on some occasions.
One casual rainy Friday where I was nursing a hangover, in a huff about Riverdale, dreading my seminar and had made and then cancelled plans to trot around IKEA, I ended up in Nippon Kitchen.
My phone started freaking out as it tried to receive Facebook messages whilst out on the desk of said seminar and I quickly thrust it in my bag before slyly opening Facebook up on my laptop to pretend like I was writing in-depth notes, my friend Keila had asked if I wanted to go for lunch.
I’m typing this on Friday morning whilst lying in my bed with a can of diet coke which has been chilled. DIVINE. And thank the freaking lord that it is practically the weekend. BUT yeah, HHBC.
Hillhead Book Club is a firm favourite for many people in Glasgow’s west end. It is a very sizeable establishment and does tempt anyone in with £3 vodka or gin strawberry mojitos during the week. Like, c’mon. I just wanted to write a quick lil post on it because new year, new blog, new content, make an effort, all that jazz.
Due to some bizarre reason, I seem to think I have a lot more money than I actually do and that it is absolutely ok for me to gallivant around having food out when I should be at home both saving my pennies and writing my essay.
And it is difficult to eat healthy when out. I keep getting tempted by things.
But as it’s the week of my birthday, I have a bigger treat yo’self attitude than usual and when Emma and I decided to go for brunch somewhere on Monday, I didn’t let anything stop me from choosing the place with the most sugar on the menu.
I like historic places. It makes my inner buff got a bit crazy and I just walk around the whole time like “wow I am glad I was not alive when this happened.” Castles are my personal fave to visit (Alnwick Castle <3) but I have been to New Lanark Heritage Park before.
I went when I was kid with my parents and sister and I remember thinking it was pretty damn cool. So when I got the opportunity to go along for a day, I jumped at the chance.