My Scottish Dream

Out of nowhere, there grew a strong desire to leave it all behind and move to Scotland. It was akin to those sayings of " One day you wake up being 80 ". One day, i woke up and i realised that that was where i wanted to be. Scotland. I want to be there more than anything right now. It's a pretty odd choice considering someone my age. Most people are opting for Berlin or New York but i want to be in the green of Scotland. I want to be amongst the grey of castle walls and historical buildings. There's something about Scotland that is so genuine and real that i love. I have to admit that i am still surprised at my fascination and obsession with Visiting and possibly moving over there sometime when i'm a lot older. It's such an extravagant dream but i really want to live in a manor or an estate in Scotland. I want lots of land and lots of green around my property. Out of boredom and curiosity the other night, i trawled through the property websites for castles and manors in Scotland. They are there, they are there alright. Big, tall, grand, old and gorgeous but also worth millions of pounds. Converted into Australian dollars, they are figures that i can only dream of being able to afford.

I have always had a love for castles and grand architecture. These days i find myself longing to be before a big fireplace with a glass of scotch and ice under the roof of a huge Medieval estate. A B-listed heritage castle to call my own. I want beautiful rugs from Turkey and huge oil paintings with gold gilt frames. I'd wear my jodhpurs everywhere and out of necessity, would cook proper meals and feel healthy and sensible because of them. I'd have a cat, a British Blue and as well as that, i'd invite people over to my estate ( which i live in by myself ) to stay over and have a great time with me. Afterall, we are in the country and we can turn up the music as loud as we want because i don't have any neighbors for miles around.