I don’t remember the first story I heard about Nessie. She’s always been there, swimming in my imagination. When I was a little girl, I knew telling people that what I wanted to be was the woman who proved the existence of Nessie would be a silly goal for a silly girl, so I lied and told them I wanted to be a missionary teacher in Scotland. But I knew. I would get to Scotland for one reason only. To make the world see her in all her glory.
I am the only one with red hair in my family. This made me identify with my 1/8th Scottish heritage most. Nessie was a weirdo noone believed in, just like me. I would make them believe.
I just needed the excuse. I couldn’t just plan a trip to meet her. So when I had one, I ran with it. Saved for a year, denying myself a day off for over 4 months before I took flight.
I was doing it. I got my lifelong dream. I met Nessie. Nessie and I smoked a bowl on the banks of the loch. The smile on my face was contagious. The castle I climbed, every stone knew her.
I spent the day with Nessie, and it was one of the best days of my life. It was worth every denial, every panic attack, every tear.
We’re old friends, and I’ll be going back to say hi again. I’m going to visit her cousins around the globe and share her regards. Our friendship is only beginning, and I still plan to prove her to the world.
The thing is though, I’m not a misfit anymore. I am loved in my life, and I feel that every day. I took the trip by myself but never felt lonely. I felt all the imaginations of my friends pulling me along on my trip, knowing their wishes for me was what made this happen. I am so grateful because I know I am loved.
Thanks, babe. You’re the best.