Monday August 8th, 2005

Diaspora

I just returned from Ireland tonight. I'm jetlagged and about to get drunk off one Heineken, but I've been thinking about Ireland all week and I've been thinking about how I would feel tonight, when I found myself back in Tennessee. Since I lived there almost eight years ago, I've gone through various phases in my relationship with Ireland and what it means to me, but somehow I always seem to keep going back. I don't cry, usually. I am not a girly-sappy-emotional mess by any means, but every time that plane takes off from Shannon and flies westward over the Shannon Estuary, tears stream down my face. When I came back after Christmas, I felt unsettled and very indefinite about my decision to live in the U.S. This time, that same feeling haunted me throughout my visit. I somehow always feel more alive in Ireland, like more things are possible, like I'm a different person. It sounds stupid, but I
believe it.

Currently listening : If I Should Fall from Grace With God By The Pogues Release date: 25 January, 2005