Another day, another diary.

From one city filled with life and memory, we move into another: Edinburgh. My semi-permanent home town. One thing about writing my blog in Delhi about the ridiculous minutiae of my life, (I imagine there is more than one post about when I got up and what I had for breakfast), was that it has gathered together a mine of information. An archive of not only the daily grind, but also some of the most exciting things I have ever done and would almost certainly have forgotten, at least in some part. So here I am, armed with macbook and a new camera. Be afraid.

I have two days left of Drumchapel and employment, and then tomorrow night I go to get the keys to my new flat. I haven't seen it. I can't wait to see it.