Last night whilst at the karaoke, I stepped out from the fun to reminisce about the town I called home for a year and a half, and as we fast approach the first year anniversary of my departure from Bathgate, I could’nt help get a little down and so picked myself up by taking a little breather and a stroll round by where I used to live.

As I walked down past the old shop where I used to pick up a few odds and ends my mind drifted back to how I hobbled along in my crutches after I had my accident and how I struggled to carry my shopping yet in the same token learned to manage and adapt to the situation and the circumstances.

Eventually arriving at my house sorry old house, it was strange to see how it looked exactly the same but in some strange way completely different. No longer were my baskets hanging with flowers full of buds, no longer were my trainers sitting outside the door because they stunk to high heaven, gone was the neighbours friendly little kitten that faithfully sat outside my doorstep to await and greet me with its somehow pathetic but heartwarming “meow”. Gone are the weeds that grew like a forrest in the front garden simply because I was too lazy to de-weed them.

So much has changed in my life in the last year, yet it feels like life has stood still at my old humble abode. I may have left my “wee” flat in the heart of Bathgate, but in the heart of Bathgate left in my “wee” flat, is where I have left my heart. I miss it dearly but the change was for the better and like changes you learn to adapt and I have adapted and settled in back home. HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS no matter where you live.

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