Anyway, after missing my last book club meeting due to some wicked morning sickness, and having only read 50 pages of the current book club read (Netherland, by Joseph O'Neill), I somewhat hesitatingly drove to our local library for our monthly meeting. Now when I say local, I mean that technically it's about 8 km away, driving down 3 narrow country roads, a not-as-narrow two-lane highway (dual carriageway), to a nearby village with construction (road works) up and down it's narrow main street. I have been known to take out a side-view mirror or two. So anyway, as I drove to book club last night at dusk, I was suddenly struck with an obvious though completely awe-inspiring thought:
I live in Ireland!
I live here. In Ireland. By the sea. In the country. With people I'm growing to love. Raising my kids here.
We have a life in Ireland. Wow.
Love your description of the drive to the library! Sounds stressful, to say the least...and isn't that how it goes, a gradual settling of making a life somewhere away from home....
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