I will miss your cobblestone streets, your grey architecture, and your amazing accents. Your nice people, your lack of sun, your festivals. The way you light fireworks every goddamn night for no apparent reason. Your haggis, your shortbread, and your pubs (you drink too much). Your spirit and camaraderie, your rugby, your kilts. Your horrible smell, your cheezy gift shops, your slang. Your bagpipes and how the whole month of August is essentially one big, constant, bagpipe and firework show.
I’ll miss yeh, yeh wee auld reekie.