The Mullingar Diaries

“Hold me fast, Hold me fast

Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer

And hold me fast, Hold me fast

Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer

I will learn, I will learn to love the skies I'm under

The skies I'm under”

This is a story of not so long ago. A telling of an adventure to a country where they have their own language, but no one hardly speaks it anymore. This is a potato eating country that makes a spirit called Poitín out of potatoes. It is also a country that lost half their population in just ten years when their potatoes got a decease known as potato blight. They also lost a part of their country to the British Empire. This country is called the Republic of Ireland.

We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.

It’s weird to think that no matter where you are the sky will always be the same. We all look at the same moon and we look at the same stars, but still we do not see the same things. I love a bit of star gazing and no matter where I am I always look for Charles’ Wain. There is something calm about knowing that no matter where you are you are never far away from the stars.

Ireland, Denmark, it doesn’t really matter, because when you look up at the sky you can be anywhere and everywhere at the same time and maybe that is where our homes should be. Just like Bruno Mars sings in hopes you're on the other side talking to me too. Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?

I’ve been in Denmark for quite a while now and I am really enjoying it. It’s nice to be close to my family and friends again, but I miss being in Ireland from time to time too. I don’t care my stay didn’t last longer than around six months I would not have gone without it. I think that if people ever get the opportunity to go somewhere they really want to go they should never hesitate, because the things you discover and the things you learn about yourself are worth everything. I’m not saying I went to Ireland to find myself, because I think I know the basic things about myself, even though sometimes it feels like I don’t even know who I am. But I know I am the kind of person who sometimes says things that I shouldn’t say; like that time I used the words ‘big black’ in front of a black person. To my defence I was talking about a big black bin, but the person didn’t know that, because everything I said was in Danish, except ‘big black’ it was in English and I was in London and I did it twice to two different people. More than once I’ve talked about larger people when I’ve been hanging out with large people. It’s really awkward to say: ‘Hey look at that person,’ and then point (in secrecy) at a big person when you’re hanging out with someone the same size as the one you’re pointing at. And don’t judge me now, because I’m sure almost everyone looks when they see someone extra-large, just like we look when we see someone extra skinny. Everyone likes to gossip. If not then I confess my crimes.

I’m the person who gets drunk at bigger family gatherings (the few that we have in my family). And most of the times it feels like I am the only one who gets drunk. Like when I was at my grandmother’s 70^th birthday I was the only one who left with a six-pack when the party ended and then went to another party (and I wasn’t the only young one). I am also almost always the only single person at my table and too be honest it’s not always fun to be surrounded by couples (let’s face it they just don’t want to talk about who’s the hottest guy in Game of Thrones or the 25 most awkward things about being single). Being single also means that people never know where to place me at the tables because everyone else arrives with a partner. And let’s be honest, sometimes being single feels like a burden, when people instead should be thanking me for only having to pay for one ;)

I am a person who never shuts up. All the times I’ve been told to shut up by my friends are countless. And there is nothing worse than when people ask me to shut up. I have countless one-way conversations even with my family and closest friends. They might not notice that I notice when they stop listening to me, but I do and it’s really annoying and it actually makes me angry.

I’m the person who loves to drag conversations out. Start with one topic and then end with a fifth topic. I like to say the opposite of what people are saying just to make them annoyed or angry. I am really sarcastic and most of the times people don’t realise it and they believe that I believe in what I say, but most (some) of the times I actually don’t. And if you ask me I am the funniest person on earth!

Ireland didn’t change me and the person I am, but it changed the way I look at some things. Taking that one massive step all alone has made me a braver version of me. I believe that I have become much more independent and I am now able to push myself the last step up the ladder (unless we are talking about exercising, then I’ll probably need someone to slap me in the arse now and then). But in so many place I have grown. I am not afraid of what is out there (not that I ever was), but I know now that I don’t need anyone to go the extra mile. If there is something I really want I’ll do it and so should everyone else!

However Mullingar Diaries ends here. It might be that I will upload a few times to keep people updated but it won’t be often.

They say in every end, there is also a beginning and I have started my new adventure with an empty pocket but a great view.

The view I've got from my new living room. 

Bye bye for now at least...