Why Moving Back Home Worked

This was never the plan. In fact, if you’d asked me at almost any point in my adult life where I saw myself ending up, I’d have confidently told you it wouldn’t be here. And yet, here I am. Must Get Away Growing up in a medium sized town, near a vibrant big city (Glasgow), is nothing unique, satellite towns exist all over the world and no doubt inspire the same emotions of their teenagers: I must get away from this small place. I can’t remember exactly when that feeling began. Somewhere in my mid-teens perhaps, but I can still remember that growing sense of there being “more” to the world than the place where I grew up. By then I’d already seen glimpses of a bigger world. I’d been on holiday to France. I’d been to Ibiza as a sixteen-year-old, which was certainly an eye opener, and I’d had my first dalliances alcohol and girls, music, late nights, spent more and more time out of the family home for no other reason than there was so much MORE to do OUT THERE. I was experiencing all the…