I have lived in Edinburgh since 1989. Never looked back since, though I love and miss Flanders in Belgium. There are very strong historic links between Scotland and Flanders, sadly most Scots do not seem to know about this.
An interesting booklet is available from the Export Flanders Trade Commissioner: everyone keen on Scottish history or with names like Bruce, Cameron, Campbell, Douglas, Lindsay, Murray, Seton, Stewart... and, of course Fleming, should read it!
There is a Flemish feel in Edinburgh, particularly in Leith (by the old harbour) and the Grassmarket. I have a watercolour of Ghent that looks just like it!
I settled here with my husband, who is from Monifieth, and we like it here, though it can be a bit 'cliquey'. Living in a city has its challenges. Our kids are at school, we have jobs, but no family around to nurture and add memories. Holidays are hopping across on the ferry. Thankfully the Rosyth boat (a Greek effort) makes journeys easier.
I don't feel I have my roots here yet, even though I know just about every street and shop.
Three weeks in August, Edinburgh becomes like Brussels or Antwerp: walking about I hear all kinds of languages, sweet to my ears.
I have had no bother settling in as an immigrant. Jobs have been good and interesting. People are kind and understanding. I sometimes joke about being the 'foreigner' with colleagues at work.
What does annoy me is that if I wanted to become a British citizen I would have to pay for it. I produced all these 'British' kids (four in total, thank you very much), so I think you Scotland should pay me! My kids will provide you lot with a pension one day...
So, no thank you! I stay Flemish. I was born one, and I will die one, but be buried in Joppa one day!