Dublinia

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Dublinia

Dublin. Land of many pubs, rivers, bridges, and, um nothing else. Although my time in Dublin was well spent, mostly walking around aimlessly throughout the city, the place could use a little bit more excitement and perhaps cheaper things to do. How does a city, that barely has anything but pubs, cost more than Paris? Pubs are great and all, but food and shopping over there is ridiculous. I understand the need for modernization, but perhaps lets first get organized, then charge people up the ass prices. Build some cooler things, add some excitement to the area, other than pubs, and then divvy up the expense to the tourist. With that note aside, my time in Dublin was well spent. If I would’ve had company, I’m certain I would’ve enjoyed my time there more. Alas, it wasn’t the case, and by the second day I was pulling out my hair.

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News from the homestead brings with it sentiments of melancholy. I now yearn to be back home, working crazy hours, doing happy hours, and essentially becoming an automaton. It is sad to say, but I want to sort-of (I said sort-of) grow-up. I need money. Life isn’t as fun as it used to be. Although, when I did have money, most of my activities were limited because of rent and other financial obligations. As much as I feel the need to return to my old life, I know that I am not ready. I still have loads of work to do on myself. Going to Dublin gave me some perspective on the things I want and don’t want. Slowly, but surely, I am becoming more aware of what it is that I want my life to be like. How I get it, who knows? Perhaps one day that light will too shine upon me. Until then, I am still hopeful.