Ten years ago today I left my beloved homeland with my parents and the above pic is how I felt. I don’t know how exactly to feel about this now. It’s odd. I feel older, I am older but there is a significant realization that a period of 10 years has passed which before in my life, although thoroughly aware that time was passing, it seem truly significant and stands out.
I hated leaving Ireland. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me – at least that was what I thought at the time. I had friends, a girl and a good life all of which were torn away from me. BUT – when I think about the kind of person I would be had I stayed in Ireland I don’t really like what I see. What kind of job would I be in, who would i be seeing, who would my friends be. Never mind the fact that I wouldn’t have all the things I currently have and cherish. I guess its the old paradoxical thought process where, one event, when you trace it back, is the one event that has had the biggest impact on your life.
It really does feel odd.
The back end of the website was down so that’s why I aint been bloggin yo! Also – Got the ped back so Markey id ago go go!
