These are exciting times in Scotland. There’s an election coming up. If you’re reading this blog in the United States, you might even have read about it in one of a series of mildly condescending articles in the Times!
(Actually, that is also true if you’re in the United Kingdom. What is it about papers called the Times?)
I don’t get to vote – but if I could, I think I would vote yes. (For independence, that is). I quite like the idea of living in a small, liberal nation that stays out of international affairs and spends more on childcare than warfare. But I know that there are many good and valid reasons to vote no. I also know that there’s not much that’s more annoying than when foreigners express their opinions on how things should go in your country. So that is all that I am going to say about that.
It’s interesting to think about what it would mean to me if I’m no longer a UK resident. I’d have to deal with an new form of bureaucracy when it’s time to renew my visa, of course. But my job isn’t going south of the border, and while it would be frustrating to watch the pound drop in value against the dollar – which, let’s face it, is already happening just because a Yes victory is seeming like a possibility – I’m still going to go nuts at Target the next time I’m in the US.
Perhaps I need to get out more (ah ha ha, I have two small children, OF COURSE I need to get out more), but I’ve been to England only once since I moved here. And while it perhaps would have felt strange to bring a fistful of passports along just to cross the border, it seemed way more bizarre that I traveled for about an hour on the train to get off in a place where everyone had a COMPLETELY different accent. How does that even happen?
Anyway, much like I (still) feel more like a New Yorker than an American, I feel like I live in Edinburgh first, Scotland second, and the UK a distant third. Perhaps I’m quite provincial, but I prefer to think I’m simply more comfortable with a lighter load of cultural baggage.