I've been growing restless lately. A sense of lonliness creeps in almost daily. I physically long to be standing in Dublin, listening to the Irish accents and drinking a thick Guinness. Seeing photos of Ireland, or even hearing an Irish name sets me off.
I'm planning a trip for Christmas and New Year's. Not sure if it will happen yet, but damn I'm trying. It's been 5 long months since I've walked the cobblestone streets. It is a homesick, gut wrenching desire to just exist. In Ireland, I just am. It doesn't matter what I've done, the mistakes I've made. In Ireland, I'm whole.
Peace Out.
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