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Come Spetember, I will have lived on this island for 16 years. Before then I lived in a large foreign city with 9 million people and before then I lived in Scotland's largest city.
Coming up to Shetland was "something different for a year at the most" and here I am, all this time later actually starting to consider this piece of land 5 miles by 3 miles as my home.

I have had 3 trips "south" this year to the city I have always known as home. I am always excited when the plane touches down and I get a glimpse of the M8 full of traffic, and the Babcock building and the knowledge that shops, shops and more shops are not very far away.

I have just returned, luckily on Saturday, from one of these trips which not only had me staying in Glasgow, but travelling like a commuter on friday morning to Edinburgh. I say luckily as the airports both Glasgow and Edinburgh were closed on Sunday and there were no ferries to Whalsay or planes into Sumburgh on Monday, so had I not been on Saturday's plane I would have had to stay south for 2 extra days.
In the past this would have left me ecstatic, but I have to say I must be getting used to this island living because I just felt so relieved that I had come home on Saturday.

So as the old song says, it's oh so nice to go travelling, but it's oh so much nicer to come home.