Finding a new direction – 2008

It’s not just the beginning, it’s the end

The new apartment still has the feel of a holiday apartment. Small kitchen, half-empty fridge, half-tuned-in television, just a scattering of our belongings around the place.

The holiday is over, however, in a week’s time I leave Dublin forever. 10 of the past eleven and a half years have been spent there. The party’s over, I’m going home.

Salaries may be good, high rents and plentiful restaurants, bars and other forms of entertainment have burned a steady hole in my pocket.

So I am making the move to my hometown, about 90 miles to the south east of Dublin, about 15 miles from the nearest beach, 15 miles from the nearest cinema, shopping centre and night club. I’m returning home without a job almost 12 years after I left for the capital to go to college. Am I mad? No, I’m just like everyone else – tired of Dublin.

This blog is a mark of how I make the transition from a city where anonymity is a comforting assurety, to my home town where anonymity is a fleeting luxury.

This was first published in 2008 at http://tiredofdublin.wordpress.com/2008/03/29/finding-a-new-direction/. (Blog since closed).