country life vs. city life.

As it’s 2017 and WEY-HEY I want to change things up on my blog and really make a go at things etc etc y’know, the usual. I was trawling through my drafts on here and I found this. I was surprised to find it complete tbh but then I read through and didn’t hate it so here we are.

I also rode a horse this morning and didn’t die so that’s a good start to 2017.

But city life and country life. The best of both worlds eh?

I’ve lived in the Scottish Borders my whole life. I was born here and I’ve grown up on my parent’s farm. The countryside is special. It feels fresh, quiet and peaceful. When I’m here for a couple of days, a very welcome respite from uni, I just feel completely at ease. There is something special about seeing the sun shine in bright through my window. Obviously the sun can shine in my window in Glasgow but when I’m at home, in my old room, I just feel closer to the outdoors.

It’s no secret I’m not the biggest country girl there is. I’m not too keen on going outdoors for extended periods of time. My only contact with the livestock on the farm is my dog and our three house-cats. You don’t exactly see me tramping around outside moving cattle or driving a tractor. I have done in the past (the cattle part, my dad wouldn’t let me near a tractor) but I gave up my family’s favourite pursuit, horse riding, a long time ago.

Thank the lord for little sisters eh? Shout out to Louise for continuing with this passion.

The countryside calls to a certain type of people. Whilst I feel at home here for a few weeks, it’s also not a secret I find it stifling. Truth is I could call anywhere home where my family are. So if my parents uprooted to Paris or Los Angeles (both unlikely) or even somewhere closer to home like Edinburgh or Northumberland, it could soon become my home too.

But the countryside is special to me in a way I’m just realising. When I’m here, I feel I can hide from my problems until I’m ready, as I’m untouchable. That I can just disappear for a few days and forget about everything. Going for a walk in the woods or through the fields is a hundred times more cleansing than a stroll through a city park. Fact. Pretty sure that’s a scientific one.

But whilst this is all very nice, I can’t deny that I feel just as much at home in the city. Glasgow is a wonderful, vibrant, loud, colourful city with hundreds of things going on. Being bored there is something to be ashamed of.

Whilst last year I feel I didn’t fully appreciate how awesome living in a city can be, after a trip to Philadelphia this summer, I’m ready to sink my teeth into Glasgow for all it has to offer.

Truth is, there is so much going on. So many museums, so many small festivals, so much good food, so much art, music, fashion. The list is endless. I think it took me spending my summer at home in a place I’ve explored fairly well to realise how much I thrive in the city. How I feel like myself there.

I don’t want to leave my parents and I don’t want to forget about where I come from. But as for where I call home, I would definitely say it’s shared between Glasgow and the Scottish Borders. Perfectionists may argue that’s impossible, that I have to choose.

But why? Home is wherever you make it. It could be your parent’s house, your own house, your home city, your university city or even just a place you visited on holiday where you just felt like you fit in there. You can always return to make it your home.

There is no winner between Glasgow and the Scottish Borders for me. Whilst I’ve made the decision that I adore living in the city, it doesn’t mean I’m not thankful for the 17 years of tranquillity I had before I traded it all in for lights, noise pollution and a take-away on every corner.