Email to a friend
I wrote the following email to one of my "Irish folk". It expressed well some images and emotions.
Subject: Hurling
Joe (husband) and I live in a town called Red Bank, near Fort Monmouth in
New Jersey. Besides being near river and ocean, having trendy places to
eat and more art galleries in a single block than the whole state can
support, it does have its local Irish pub, "The Dublin House". One of my
neighbours goes there for drinks so after dinner tonight the lightbulb
flashed, and we went there as well with our neighbour Sue.
Since I got back I've mostly been active with friends while parking the
brain on neutral. I miss Ireland, even if I do not miss the work
situation much. I miss the people, I miss walking down Grafton at 3 am, I
miss the perilous roads and driving on the left side of them. I miss the
landscape and the friends I have made and those I have met while taking
Ireland in and trying to digest it, work with it. It seems ludicrous only
tonight it dawned on me that we do have an Irish pub here (nevermind
having been there several times before). Now it _means_ something to me.
The all Ireland hurling finals are on the 14th. I hoped the local pub
would have access to its televising and the barman disappointed me by
saying "Check in NYC". Feh.
But I will.
Subject: Hurling
Joe (husband) and I live in a town called Red Bank, near Fort Monmouth in
New Jersey. Besides being near river and ocean, having trendy places to
eat and more art galleries in a single block than the whole state can
support, it does have its local Irish pub, "The Dublin House". One of my
neighbours goes there for drinks so after dinner tonight the lightbulb
flashed, and we went there as well with our neighbour Sue.
Since I got back I've mostly been active with friends while parking the
brain on neutral. I miss Ireland, even if I do not miss the work
situation much. I miss the people, I miss walking down Grafton at 3 am, I
miss the perilous roads and driving on the left side of them. I miss the
landscape and the friends I have made and those I have met while taking
Ireland in and trying to digest it, work with it. It seems ludicrous only
tonight it dawned on me that we do have an Irish pub here (nevermind
having been there several times before). Now it _means_ something to me.
The all Ireland hurling finals are on the 14th. I hoped the local pub
would have access to its televising and the barman disappointed me by
saying "Check in NYC". Feh.
But I will.