As part of my trip to the UK for #protocolsforpublishers London, I added a day in Oxford, where I grew up. I haven't been back in so long. I'll be back later in the year, but still, the idea is making me so happy. Eight years is too long. When I first moved I told myself every six months.

I haven't been back to Edinburgh, where I went to university and lived for a decade, for *ten* years. I need to find my way back there, too. But I honestly don't know if I could handle it.