Well I moved here for a job, though it wasn't a job transfer. I was on an old school work permit and got my citizenship after 7 years, since old school work permits led to ILR and citizenship.
I had been living in South Florida (not home) and moved in early January. Shock. Freezing, darkness, everything covered in ice, because of the freezing fog you get here. I didn't even own a winter coat or boots or anything. What the hell did I just do?
Went to my first Burns Supper not long after. Lovely people, warm and friendly.
First year was hard (depression, homesickness,culture shock, health scares and hospitalisations). I made it through.
Fell in love with friendly people, scenery, sheep, greenery, quietness, the Highlands, beer, and the incredible music scene that I have been able to be part of here . Thankfully *not* just traditional music, but a thriving jazz, R&B and wind/brass band scene (I play the trombone).
I met my (now) husband about 10 months after I moved here. We married after I was here for 8 years, long since calling the Highlands home.