“i’m not nervous,” i say, nervously.

We’re in Scotland now. The Airbnb is nice, but it feels a little cold and clinical. A shell of a house that’s seen no love. You know, the kind that says a place has been lived in. Not sure if that's by design, or just because I miss my cats. The fridge is full of some basic groceries to keep us going over the weekend, and Ma and I are finally winding down for the day. I’m on one sofa playing…