Going solo in Dublin
Full of traditional-looking pubs and restaurants cramped in narrow streets. Dublin has a lot to offer, but is also not a massive city. Three days in Dublin should be more than enough to see the interesting spots and chill about.
First, an apology for not writing anything in ages. With the weather getting warmer and sunnier, we are using the longer days to fix up our house. I have loads of ideas to write, I just haven’t had time to sit down, get into the zone and start typing.
Second, don’t worry, this post is not named “going solo” because we are divorcing, it is just one of my work trips where I managed to squeeze in…
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Girlies you won't believe who I'm about to see
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context: my main plan for 2024 in my journal was "figure out the future & what I'm going to do & where I'm going to live" thinking about summer maybe except last friday during a particularly bad work-related depressive episode I went, fuck it I'm leaving here and found a site and applied for cheap studios in cork and dublin basically in the middle of the night. when I got better I started wondering if I REALLY wanted to leave and may have acted too soon without thinking it through as usual but decided that, you know, what's meant to happen will happen.
then this morning when I was washing my breakfast dishes I dropped a bowl on top of my favourite (and very durable) glass and the glass just snapped in half. at first I was upset but then I laughed thinking, guess this means everything is going to work out and I'm moving out, thanks!! and when I got back from work I found out that not only did I get a place in dublin but my top pick at that. I cannot believe this. the fucking glass. and it was actually still stable so I glued it back together to use for a plant or something. I fixed it. I wonder what it means. anyway. looks like things will work out after all
(it's got a dragon and that's why it's my favourite. out of two. the other one I just use for measuring rice.)
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It’s sunny and not too windy. I’m on the bus into town to go to a market at a community garden. Then I’m going to a pole class. Then I’m going to a bakery that someone online said is the best bakery in Dublin (ad). Then I’m going to an outdoor record market with someone from work! I’m going to walk everywhere if the weather stays like this. I’m lucky! Fortunate!
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kinda weird to be part of irish diaspora when usually that word is for like. not irish people. and also i feel weird talkin abt it bc i dont wanna come off as "american who 5+ gens back had irish family" like no. i still have relatives i know there. bls,, 🫠
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Do other countries have stuff like RIP.ie? Like a website for just collecting obituaries en masse for convenient public perusal? Because it feels like either a completely ordinary thing which is universal or a batshit Irish thing born of our fascination with who's died recently
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My sister is 23 and has never lived outside of home and I’m like ??? Go get a summer job in Amsterdam or something just leave for a bit you’re supposed to
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I go on vacation in july literally one day before hozier does his two concert dates in germany… and i just got a ticket master ad for them… salt in the wound…..
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i hate my town i hate the people in it i hate the shame that consumes us all i hate that every failure might as well be posted in the square because everyone knows everyone i hate that my grandparents are here and i hate that my mother came back for them i hate that the kids are dying and no one cares i hate that every good memory has a bad memory right next door like sam's house around the corner from my childhood home i hate the body they pulled from the river i hate the memory of hearing yellow by coldplay at my cousin's funeral because all i could think was that it was too modern for the situation but then he was only seventeen so it makes sense i hate that i was seventeen too and all the boys i knew were there his friends that were supposed to be the tough guys the scary guys i hate that i pretended not to see them sobbing i hate that everything smells of cigarettes here i hate the politics i hate the people i used to love that dont even smile at me on the street i hate that the girl who called me a slut works at my favourite bar i hate every alley and hidden shortcut and i hate that i know them like the back of my hand i hate the same fucking coffee shops i sat in when i was fourteen and scared and now im nineteen and scared and i hate that it's exactly what this town wants i hate that it wants anger i hate that it wants fear i hate that it wants shame i hate that i can give it everything
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Woah woah wait.
Before I go to bed.
I wasn't minding but Jordan Devlin's new name is JD McDonagh?????
Lads, fair play on the name I'd give you that, with some of the names changed lately, Alba Fyre, Giovanni Vinci, Ludwig Kaiser, at least it's not too stereotypical.
But it's also really funny to me because he sounds like he should be selling me dodgy DVDs from the back of his 05 Fiat Punto that also has a couple of greyhounds in it 😂
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