Better late than never I always say. At the end of May, the Isle of Lewis was invaded by a group of Americans here for one thing, and one thing only. To see ME!
Mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and auntie Carlene all made the transatlantic trip and got their first taste of Scotland. It was great having them around because, lets face it, I miss them, but also because they reminded me that I'm not as strange as I thought I was. Many of my preferences and routines don't seem to be common around here, and as my roommate is from Georgia, not common in my house either. But when my family came to visit, and they made themselves at home, the answers were very clear. Most of my quirks seem to be hereditary, and somehow, that's great news :)
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