{"id":15688,"date":"2007-07-09T13:46:00","date_gmt":"2007-07-09T17:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/hameblog\/2007\/07\/09\/back-in-dunedin\/"},"modified":"2025-09-12T07:49:45","modified_gmt":"2025-09-12T10:49:45","slug":"back-in-dunedin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/2007\/07\/09\/back-in-dunedin\/","title":{"rendered":"Back in Dunedin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I slept until 4:30PM today. Oops! Guess I&#8217;m a wee bit jetlagged.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Liz called after I&#8217;d been up for a little while, suggesting a picnic on the lawn by the Scottish Parliament, near the craggy, grassy volcanic hill, Arthur&#8217;s Seat. My initial inclination was to stay at home and try to recover something of a day, but the honest truth was that it was shot; I couldn&#8217;t get any work done at this point. I&#8217;m really glad I went: it was the Friday Gang, assembled for a lovely meal on blankets on what I understand is the first proper summer evening here. Everyone was in clever, funny form, and I was reminded why I love these people and am happy they are my friends.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll post my Canada pictures soon, once I&#8217;ve dealt with the mountain of papers and receipts and notes I brought back with me. In the meantime, though, suffice it to say that I&#8217;ve really absorbed the lesson that I don&#8217;t have to make a choice about where home is. I have &#8216;home&#8217; in Canada <em>and<\/em> in Scotland. It&#8217;s about love and belonging, and I get that all over the place.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Walking with Patrick past the castle this evening, then up the Royal Mile, then back home later through the Grassmarket, I got excited: &#8220;I get to stay and visit here all summer!&#8221; Of course, the even more exciting thought after that one is &#8220;I get to stay here, full stop.&#8221;<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I slept until 4:30PM today. Oops! Guess I&#8217;m a wee bit jetlagged. Liz called after I&#8217;d been up for a little while, suggesting a picnic on the lawn by the Scottish Parliament, near the craggy, grassy volcanic hill, Arthur&#8217;s Seat. My initial inclination was to stay at home and try to recover something of a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15688","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15688","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15688"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15688\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15688"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15688"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15688"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}