If I have a favourite sensation in this world it is probably the feeling of cobblestone beneath my feet.

There is nothing I am more romantic about and idealize more than a dimly lit night street after the rain where the cobblestone glows in the moonlight. In that sense, Edinburgh has delivered more than I could ever had imagined.

Between ancient castles, cathedrals, and narrow closes, and the volcanic hilly nature of the city that affords you a breathtaking vantage point around every corner it is safe to say that I fell in love with Scotland.

The pride of the people in their history and what they have fought for and both won and lost added to the appeal that wrapped me up in the warm blanket that every history major dropout craves.

The pubs, which were amazing, only a backdrop to a city that constantly wants to remind you of its importance.

Still, I thank the city for the cold dose of reality. Edinburgh is as prone to suburbs, fast food, and IKEAs as the rest of the world and being snapped back into that reality was important for me as I wanted to wrap myself up in a cobblestone dream that briefly shielded me from the majesty of my own home and native land.

There will always be a need for cobblestone worlds in my life and I will always return to them, but I will embrace my reality with a greater appreciation as well.