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.

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  1. I love how you put that into words…

  2. Seriously, Annie, that is a perfect summary of exactly how it feels… it's like your heart wants two separate things equally at the same time. I'm glad to hear that you are loving it in Ireland though 🙂

  3. Well put

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