In a few minutes, Meagan and Yumi and I will hail a cab to the airport, and we will be gone from this place - it seems hard to believe that the summer's days have waned in that same way that they always do - quickly.
I'll write more when I get home of the end of my drip and my conclusions thereof but, for now, I'm packing up the suitcases and tearing the sheets of the bed. I've cleaned the flat and checked the rooms. Daft Punk's 'One More Time' is playing as loudly as I can make it. I'm making the last bit of food in this place - a solitary bagel sitting in the fridge and the always-present nutella - for my breakfast, and appreciating the fact that it will be some time before I have to walk on bright red carpet every morning.
I'm loaded down by my bags with small items - including bits of paper from every museum in this country, it seems - from Ireland, but I am lifted up by the memories and knowledge that I've gained from a pretty incredible summer. I am thankful for the opportunity that I have had, and wish that others could share in it, too. Perhaps this blog has been a small small way of allowing a fraction of the power and presence of this country to be conveyed to my friends and family who could not live it first hand, as has been my great fortune.
Here's to Ireland and to Dublin and my parents and my grandfather and Virginia and to being, finally, homeward bound.
1 comment:
Hello Patrick,
I quite enjoyed reading bits of your blog. Since I'm headed for Dublin and perhaps Shanowen Square too, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions? I didn't find your e-mail address, so here's mine: snorkey ( a t) gmail ( d o t) com.
Cheers!
Denis
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