So what if..?
08.08.2011 22 °C
So what if we were to live over in the US - permanently - or semi-permanent? Two years on in Ireland and things have not improved mostly with other peole's attitude to things. Reality checks are not coming in the door. We need to open our eyes and act. The deflated spirit of the recession is draining all movement out of us. Attie is home from LA for a few days and has moved out of her convent in St. Cyprian's and into a new duplex further down the road. Time feels like it is changing for us. It always is, but there is an unease you bring home from a travel across a continent. It's a kind of itch you cannot scratch, like a feeling you cannot express. Possibly a nomad feeling of being here, but not there, and trying to fit in somewhere inbetween. Fitting in is difficult unless you respect your environment and culture, and that is not in evidence any more. So two years on...further down the personal road and further back in my longing for a new Ireland, which will never come. Yesterday my daughter told me she was going to live in the U.S. and it didn't take a flinch out of her. I didn't think it would be any less. I wonder what we are educating them for? For what and where? Do we want them to live here? Our president could be a TV presenter? Our former Taoisigh could be racing pundits? Our thirst for the truth could be eaten up in ganglands? Our children cannot walk alone on the streets? Our savings are fermenting in pots of quicksand? This roadtrip business does make you think.