six weeks left?

i can't believe it myself but my 4 months in ireland are almost done and i will be moving on to the UK shortly. i don't know where i will be but somewhere, the winds of change are shaking the trees literally and i am getting a bit anxious. i will have to leave my stable enviroment with Paul and Fran and move to another location with a bunch of strangers once again. it's amazing how change can be so sad and scary and i am a sad to think about leaving but also quite glad, as i am tired of dublin and how everyone is like an ant just marching on and on and not knowing doing saying changing morphing thinking outwardly. the superficiality of pub life really doesn't suit me so i am glad to be moving on.

i am especially sad to be leaving a sister soul i could cry about it right now just thinking about it. i find it so amazing and spectacular that i gained someone in my life so important to me that i love so much pretty much immediately following my grandmother's death. life works in mysterious ways. ramble ramble ramble...and no i have not been drinking. so a little too halmarky?

so the work week finished with a bang, i was catty and was talking back to my boss and questioning him about the irish culture and their lack of care for the beautiful island they live on. the times need to be a changin' but the irish can't quite do it. but next weekend is the festival of world cultures and i got saturday and sunday off so that i could go (woo hoo) so i wil be enjoying some things that i might never experience in the United States.

and tomorrow we are having pancakes, yipee with authentic maple syrup from cananda that i paid dearly for, but in the grand scheme of things what are pancakes without authentic maple syrup? i am hoping for no rain tomorrow so i can take the train somewhere to hike, but after last night and today i wouldn't be surprised if i needed an arc! usually it drizzles in dublin but this was a downpour, i told fran it was raining cats and dogs and she didn't get it.

sandwhich walks into a bar, asks the barman for a guinness.
the barman said, "sorry we don't serve food."

so like that, on and on i'm sure there is some sort of event tomorrow but i can't gurantee anything but after going to the pub last night and only getting 4 hours of sleep and a full days work...do you hear that? do you hear that? it's my bed calling me.

xoxo,
christie