Prior to moving to Glasgow, I believe I had spent a cumulative three days there over my whole life. Odd for a Scot, you may think, but it’s just that bit too far away from my hometown of Aberdeen for a day trip, but too close to justify a hotel room. And of course, with no relatives in Scotland, my family tended to venture further afield for holidays and long weekends.
Quite honestly, I didn’t expect to like Glasgow all that much. Growing up, the image I got of the city from the media was sectarianism, drunken violence, and post-industrial poverty. I moved there, knowing no one, for a specific Masters course, assuming I’d leave with few regrets once my year was up.
Reader, I was wrong.
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