Voting

So I've cast my vote in the Scottish referendum and it was more difficult than I thought it would be. Throughout this I've gone from a definite No to "undecided" onto "maybe yes" then becoming "damn right it's yes! FREEDOM!" But in the past couple of days I've moved back to undecided. Over the last month or so Alex Salmond and Nicola Sturgeon were simply repeating the same things over and over. Alistair Darling all but vanished and Gordon Brown started weighing in with his points, some of which, made sense. I thought this morning would be easy. I'd walk in there full of Scottish pride, grab the ballot paper and place my cross and leave happy in my decision. It wasn't like that. As I walked to the polling station, a short walk to the local primary school and a walk I've done thousands of times into life, weighing up the various arguments from both sides. I arrived, picked up the ballot and headed to the booth. Then I just stood there looking at it. I still wasn't sure. This was a decision that would affect my sons future more than mine. After what seemed like a hell of a long time but was probably only a minute or so, I cast my vote and placed it in the box. I've cast my vote. Now it's up to the rest of the Scottish voters to cast theirs. Whatever the result, I'm confident I've made the right choice. If the rest of the country agrees with me then great. If not, then I'll stand by that decision and move on. It's clear that no matter the result things will change in Scotland, hopefully for the better. We have to put our faith in the most untrustworthy people, politicians, and hope to god they don't screw it up! Cya later!