6 posts tagged “ireland”

Graffiti, please.

i don't miss it that much, you know ... being new.  my feet finding that particular pavement for that first time, or my eyes darting from here to there with a twinge of not only self-doubt but relinquishing the power i had to a new city.

i was new for two years, because as far as that tiny country went and no matter how many people in a pub i knew, i was always the yank, always that american girl, yer wan wit da ink. 

unfortunately, now i'm in a sea of same and struggling to seem new to those that matter.  or i suppose those i'm told matter because i can't see a difference between my struggles and their own, between the hair that grows on my head and the scalp they scratch while perusing my toe to head indefinitely.

take a long walk to a cul-de-sac and turn around to do it all again but in reverse order as though you're seventeen again, and you couldn't give a fuck if you tried and tried and tried to alphabetize each line that they gave you, each reason to say no.

there's a funny story: this girl that worked for me thought that i made up the word "alphabetize", and she viewed me as though i was the ultimate keeper of this word.  i was so damn organized that i, indeed, had spent my most precious moments brainstorming a word to encapsulate not only the alphabet, but the placing of things into said alphabet.  i have to say, it was a great day for the part of me that gets off on being a "manager".  otherwise, i just laughed near her and wondered what my life would have been like if i had pioneered that particular word.

what was i on about?  being new.  i'm feeling old, but not in years ... more so in "been there, done that" terms.  and i suppose this is a cry for, please color me different in a sky of blue.

What's your favorite foreign accent?

i'm going to have to go with irish, now aren't i?  in fact, i'll even go with dubliner.  how's that?  ;-)

now stop speakin' foreign.

What's your motto?

fuck'em if they can't take a joke.

the course of the day turns more strange when you begin to miss the things that you never thought you'd even think of, let alone miss, about a place, a time.

  today, i miss ireland, and i'm not sure why.  perhaps it was the few hours waiting in a sun-heated car or the lack of career choices or the concept that we've just changed lives completely without a blink back, but no matter how hard i shake my head, it stays grasped in the handshake of a run-on sentence with itself.

i often find myself reverting back to the last time i was comfortable when my head is going to explode, and my back is made of rocks.

i miss ireland for a lot, and not all of it is me.

and the house that he built.

these are the pics from our trip to longford before we left ireland.

and a little video for your pleasure.