I want to travel to Scotland. My family lineage traces back there. We're all descendants of William Wallace and Robert the Bruce. Maybe I'm delusional but I've felt a deep longing upon seeing pictures of the moors and the sound of bagpipes fills me with joy. There's a longing that I can't shake. Seriously, I get goosebumps. Feels like a summoning almost, something that I can't avoid for much longer.