Memories, longing, laughter, tears, friends, family, sights,sounds, surroundings constantly fill my thoughts. Envelop me in a swirling tornado spiraling down towards the focal point: Ireland. I miss it every day. I miss the people, the pubs, the cobblestone streets, the theatre, the food, the culture, the beauty… Ah the beauty.
The most beautiful country in the world, in my opinion. Physically of course, but there’s something to be said for the spirit of Ireland. The character of the people; their resilience, their strength…so many stunningly creative legends as well- writers, actors, singers… I love how the Irish bond through music, expressing their frustrations and joys through folk songs.I could listen to Irish music all day long. Indeed I do a great deal of the time. There’s been so many deliriously happy moments cosily curled up in irish pubs, singing vivaciously along with the band or dreamily humming along with the entire crowd in a sing song.
I feel that lack of character here, that resilience, that strength, that history. It’s an adjustment, to say the least, living back in a place I left seven years ago. I feel like a tourist in my own town. The buildings, streets, people here are all foreign to me now. I am rediscovering my city. I see now the striking beauty of it though, somewhat gone amiss with ill-gratitude in the past, living in one of the most beautiful cities on earth.
Family, friends, a job, rediscoveries, dreams, hopes, plans in the works…I can’t complain. Gratitude and love surrounds me. Sure the other half of my heart is across the Atlantic Ocean but… Despite what happens, despite where I end up, and on what continent…I will always strive to live for the moment and to live with no regrets.
If you can’t take risks and make bold decisions when your young when can you eh?