Every time I meet someone who makes me laugh and every time I fall in love with a gravel road or a tiny run-down building or a river, I get this bittersweet punch in the gut. Everything here is fleeting.
The girls were talking last night about how every boy you meet here is only a potential fling and nothing else. It’s liberating and it’s heartbreaking at the same time. That’s how I feel about everything here. Every café, every tree-lined road, every accent, every point from which I fall in love with the River Corrib (it happens daily)!
It’s a weird feeling to want to be home so badly yet to want so much at the same time to see new things. Like when I was little and we would travel. I loved every minute of vacation, but at the same time all I wanted was to be home with Princess. It’s wanting two different things with your whole heart, like it’s going to split it in two. I could be philosophical here and say perhaps it doesn’t break it in two—perhaps it doubles its strength. I guess I don’t know yet.
I’ll keep you posted.