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I remember I was on a trip a few years ago to a place I had wanted to visit for years. Toward the end of the trip, I said to someone that I “missed the poetry” of home. I had come all this way to a place I had dreamed of, had the best of times, and heard the most wonderful of stories. Yet, my heart still yearned for home: here, in Scotland.Yesterday, I was having a discussion with someone about city and country living which brought the concept of home back to the forefront of my mind. They lived in a city and mentioned they couldn't visualise a world living in the country. In contrast, I have lived my whole life in several places in the Scottish countryside.I like to say to people that I grew up in and still live in the countryside: the countryside is so central to who I am. I love hills and trees and valleys and villages and coffee shops nestled down stone streets and the style of houses built a hundred years ago and the long-running festivals and everything else. I may be near a…