- Tiger Bread. The cheap french bread style loaf here is rubbish. It is soft and pillowy and entirely unsubstantial. It makes me sad to eat it. Yes, I know how to make french bread, but I sure enjoyed grabbing excellent bread at any Scottish supermarket, and banking on the fact that it would be worth every pence it cost.
- Walking along the canal. How close it was to our home! How peaceful it was watching the ducks eat the bread that Owen and I used to feed them.
- Renting. Now, don't get me wrong here, the owner of our flat was politely overbearing, entered a few times while we were home by using her key (crazy!), and added a little bit of nuts to our time in Scotland, but I miss the rental lifestyle of being at peace with all parts of the house. With only suitcases to unpack and being able to call it home. I miss no pining to paint or repair or refurnish. It was lovely just living there, without the distractions of being the owner.
- My printer. I can't find the printer cable that will magically convert that waste of space on my kitchen desk into a thing that homework requires.
- My friends. Over the year, I made some lovely friends both in the church and mums of my children's friends. Some people I got to know pretty well, while others I just ran short on time and our paths crossed too late for me to fully discover their awesomeness.
- My husband. Ryan is back in Edinburgh to tie up some loose ends at work, finish out his contract, work on his PHD, etc. I miss him... and tiger bread.
Here is what tiger bread looks like. I love the name. I love how it looks. I love the taste. It is bril.
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