You may be asking, why ‘A Brit Different‘ when you’re a Scot/Scottish, and rightly so. Usually the last thing a Scot admits is their Britishness — we’re defiantly Scottish, not British! The truth of it is, we are. In spite our fierce national patriotism, we hold British passports, we are a part of the British commonwealth. But, all that aside, why did I pick this name? Two reasons really:
1. I was tired of people in real life telling me I wasn’t British. Somehow I’m proving my point
2. I couldn’t think of anything catchy with the word Scot, tartan, kilt or porridge in it
In October of 1999 I came out to California for a holiday for 2 weeks to visit an old friend. After much coaxing, she convinced me to come out for 6 months. I moved to the States in the dead of winter of 1999 for a change of scenery. I had made a few changes in my life before this point and felt like I had hit a rut. I was going round in circles and I hated it. So, I made the leap, packed my bags, kissed my Mum and told her I’d see her in 3 months. It was 3 years before she saw me again.
I met an amazing man just a few months after moving here and stuck around ‘to see what would happen’. A year later we were married. We have two boys; one who doesn’t eat and the other who doesn’t sleep. We moved states to Montana 2 years ago, and are finally beginning to feel at home here, in spite of ourselves. Living the country life after being around the city since year dot was a huge adjustment — except for our 4-year-old who took it in his strong-willed, pee-pee holding stride; the other one (21 months old) was still incubating at the time.
I enjoy music, the arts, reading dictionaries, drawing and painting and living next to a water mass. I’m a true INFJ, sensitive, sarcastic and usually sleep deprived.
My blog is generally loaded with self-depreciating humour and smeared with a good helping of sarcasm. Come for the accent. Stay for the sarcasm.