Words

A quick little summary on some thoughts and feelings about my time abroad.

In an attempt to finally finish this saga, I’m combing the last two and a half days of Paris into one post.

How I spent my day at Versailles, the Opera, and eating a grocery store ham sandwich.

Don’t blame me for that terrible pun. Anyways, I’m finally writing about our little trip out west to Galway and Achilll Island.

I wasn’t anticipating my entire face being cut out of this image but it’s whatever.

Just a handful of random notes I have written down. Nothing deep.

“I imagine, in other words, that the notebook is about other people. But of course it is not… Remember what it was to be me: that is always the point.” Joan Didion

I don’t know how to expand on that title. This is exactly that.

This week is another example of having actually done stuff but for some reason not being able to find a way to write about it. Or wanting to? Well not so much not wanting to but more like not having the energy or gumption. But we shall persevere and see what happens.

My last day in Dublin was a quiet one. I awoke much earlier than I wanted to, surrounded by empty wrappers from the free cookies housekeeping leaves.

For my third day in Dublin, I decided to leave the city entirely. I booked an all day trip out to the west coast to see the Cliffs of Moher, or as you may know them The Cliffs of Insanity from The Princess Bride and also appearing in that one Harry Potter movie where he and Dumbledore take a rowboat into a cave and there’s all those skeletons or goblins or whatever in the water and the thing that Dumbledore drinks is poison or something. We all on the same page now? Great. Cool. Onwards and Upwards.

Friday, my second day in Dublin, was characterized by trips to 3 different cathedrals. Only one of which had anything to do with the actual definition of religion.

Living out in the country can be very fast paced and overwhelming, so every once in awhile you need to head up to the largest city in the country for a bit of rest and relaxation.

I’m sure you’re on the edge of your seat waiting to hear all the glorious details of how I watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine and season 8 of Drag Race, but I’m going to save that and tell it in person. It’s just not as emotionally impactful when you read it.

Think Warren, Ohio built on the side of a steep hill and a less depressing atmosphere

Real quick, I just want to start off by saying I’m sorry for this title. I’m so tired.

The last few days have been a trip (No pun intended) and up till last night I probably hadn’t slept more than a few hours. And I know you’re all on the edge of your seats, waiting on I hear all about it so let’s get into the many minute, excruciating details. 

This week has been about trying to tie up all the loose ends before I leave in 5 days. And in case you’re wondering, that means downloading the new Suspiria, buying an enamel pin of Katya from dragqueenmerch.com, depositing $37 in change, stress eating, and buying a Talking Heads album that even as you buy it you realize it’s dumb to be doing so but still go through with it because you don’t won’t to be obnoxious to the cashier.