Talkin’ tartan

Today is Tartan Day, a day when people around the world celebrate their Scottish heritage and ancestry. I’m not Scottish*, but as Scotland is where my heart is happiest, I’m still going to acknowledge the day.

I suppose the best way for me to acknowledge the day is to share why I love Scotland so very much. Only, I don’t really know why I love it, I just know I do.

I just know that my heart comes to life when I’m within my beloved Scotland’s borders.

I just know that I feel a sense of belonging when I’m breathing in the crisp, fresh air.

I just know that I yearn for this place when I’m elsewhere.

I just know that Scotland is home.

I don’t think of myself as Scottish because I’m not and I feel that to say otherwise is unfair to those who are privileged enough to have the right to call themselves Scottish.

But I am excited for the day when I can become a naturalised citizen of this great land. And then, I will be able to fully celebrate my Scottishness.

And, when that time comes, I have already created my very own tartan design (as illustrated with this post). It’s called the Just Frances Tartan and is, by far, the most awesome of all tartans.

(You can read more posts about my love for Scotland here, here, here, here, and here. You know, if you wanted to.)

* My Mum will tell you that I am Scottish, by the slightest little drop of blood somewhere on my maternal side, and maybe another little spec on my paternal side. But that’s like saying I’m also of North African or Middle Eastern descent because of Adam and Eve. It’s a bit too watered down for my “blood”.