A part of my soul resides in Scotland, it’s now my belief.

After another 5 days of driving in the Highlands, I can confirm this will not be the last time I do it. Actually, this was the second time of many that will follow.

It is unclear at this point whether it is the mountains, the pace, the air, or the emptiness, but the serenity is undoubtedly amazing to my restless heart.

It’s a gut feeling, a romantic way of imagining life. It’s the smell of firewood, the song of the birds, the burning candles, the scent of old libraries, the mist-covered hills, the wonder-filled lakes, and breathtaking scenery—nobody for miles and miles.

That could be it—the absence of people, mixed with the abundance of nature.

Whatever it is, I don’t care. We need to be in places that make us happy, no explanations necessary. So I will return to Scotland. Maybe one day for good.