Arklow/Gorey

 I moved. This is where I live. Pretty sweet, huh?

What happens when I skype with my dad.

Yeah. It's his chin.

What a Week

1. I was sitting on a bench and a man came and basically fell on top of me. Turns out he was having a heart attack...I ran and told someone to dial 911. Apparently its 966 here. Ambulance came, man was taken out on stretcher. Later that day I rode the train into town. It abruptly stopped and we had to get out. A man had been hit and was laying in the tracks. We had to walk almost a half mile in the pouring rain. I guess I have become the American grim reaper of Dublin...This day ended with me spending an inordinate amount of time in a gay bar.

2. I took a bus. And got lost. And ended up here.










4. I feel it should be fairly obvious why I am in love with where I live.

5. Classes are great. It's challenging but my professors create an environment where I am comfortable and gaining my confidence daily. I love what I do and can't get enough of it.

6. Long story, but I am moving to a beautiful house in the beautiful Irish countryside. Pictures forthcoming.