The outlander I refer to? Well, it’s me. I have always felt misplaced-a feeling in my bones that couldn’t shake no matter where I went or where I lived. A feeling of restlessness, a feeling that I belonged somewhere else possibly to some other time. I know, it really sounds crazy. I still feel this way. I am half Norwegian and as far as I know, I am not Scottish. But, I am convinced that somewhere in the past some of my Norwegian viking relatives had to make land in Scotland-thousands of other vikings landed on the shores of Scotland why not my viking ancestors? I am determined to find a connection. Part of this blog experience may just be that-finding connections to my outlandish self!
I have found a bit of comfort for my restless soul this year. For my birthday this past March, my husband purchased a plot of land in Glencoe, in the district of Lachaber from www.HighlandTitles.com. It came with official papers, a wonderful pictorial souvenir of Lochaber, and a beautiful pin. I am officially, “Lady Karen Christine Dahl.” I plan on having my ashes buried in my special corner of the world. But that is yet an uncompleted story and I would like to keep it that way for a long while.
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