T-minus 4 days until I go home to Ireland for an entire month. I'm planning to go on a couple of decent road trips, camp on Achill Island (if it doesn't rain, I amn't a masochist), root through thousands of family photos and sort them into albums, eat real food, drink coffee in Bewleys, and spend time thinking at my mom's house in the West.
I have an annoying 'Is Summer Over'? cold due to the temperature dipping like a crazy. My chest hurts like it always does, and I'm sitting at home with a scarf around my neck drinking hot water with about half a lemon squeezed into it. I rarely get sick these days, so I'm hoping I can stave it off soon.
I'm doing that rarest of things and PAYING to check in a bag on my flight home. I was looking through my room packing up for the month, and realised I had a shelf full of books, a bag full of cross-stitching materials, a Gameboy and a dozen games, along with a charger for it, and countless other materials I rarely use, filling to make me feel cosy in new surroundings. So I decided to stop my serial hoarding, I am bringing all the nonsense home, where it can sit in my childhood room and be as cosy as it likes. I don't want to have to move apartment with two heavy suitcases and a rucksack, never again.