I love Glasgow. Always have, and always will. Do I miss it? Sure. I especially miss friends and family. But I don’t lie awake at night, home sick, desperate to return. It is a great city, but it is in my past. However, media coverage – good and bad – about Glasgow still attracts my attention. The following extract, from a piece by Hattie Kennedy at the Book Riot site, is a good example:
Since moving to Glasgow ten years ago, one of my favourite things about living in this beautiful city has been exploring all of the exciting literary secrets the city has to offer. From beautiful libraries with astonishing carpets, to second-hand bookshops that would melt the hardest of bookish hearts, this city is a veritable wonderland for those of us with a literary bent.
Note the “beautiful city” description. I agree. It almost makes me want to jump on a plane and head back to the joys of the Clockwork Orange (the underground railway) and the stark pleasures of a West of Scotland winter. Almost, but not quite. Read the whole thing here.