This weekend, some friends & I headed west. Here’s the thing with traveling, though. Plane, bus, car, train — whatever form it takes, travel swoops me up into a quiet, contemplative calm of nostalgia.This might be partially due to the music I gravitate towards when traveling: Bon Iver, “Blue Northern Lights” by Ollabelle, instrumental tracks by The Piano Guys, a little Ingrid Michaelson here, and some Laura Marling or Snow Patrol there, the Swell Season, Iron & Wine, Ryan Adams and Emmylou Harris singing “Sweet Carolina,” Kelley McRae.
before I tumble homeward, homeward —
mumford & sons, “lover of the light”
I’ve been in Dublin for one month (which means only three months left! Ack!). I’ve made new friends, signed up for courses in a new university, consumed far too much tea, enjoyed pints with friends on Quiz night, eaten lots & lots & lots of amazingly delicious pastries, and even become vaguely fond of that eye-sore of a monument (but only vaguely fond, mind).
I am, to put it briefly, enjoying myself very much, and I certainly don’t intend to stop enjoying this trip
anytime soon ever. That being said, there are some things (some small and some big — here’s looking at you, Philadelphia!) I miss about the States.
As someone born on Bloomsday, I appreciate Joyce.
(Okay, that’s actually a bit of a lie. When we read Dubliners in high school, Allison was the one who loved it; I was the one who said, “Ehhhh.“)
Since said days of disdain, however, I have come to appreciate Joyce (even though, more than likely, he will never be one of my favorite authors), and I’ve definitely gained an appreciation for Dubliners, whether person or narrative.
First things first: I am now living in the heart of Dublin (aka Dublin 2, not the outlier that is Dublin 6)! That’s right, the third and hopefully-final-move of the term has been completed. In other news, the semester start up program is almost finished. I’ve really enjoyed learning about Irish culture through these courses — its history, literature, art, architecture, even politics if you can believe that of me!
For one thing, we ended up hopping a fence.
That’s not ’til the middle, though; allow me to back up a bit.
(WARNING: rocks ahead. I’m being serious! Also, lots of pictures. Carry on, then!) Continue reading