How Sad a Passage

COUNTESS "This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that 'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work." -Act I scene i, All's Well that Ends Well.

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Sleepless Waiting

Inching that little bit closer to farewell, Galway.  Another email missive, followed by a strange week-long non-response, until yesterday's final meeting.  Now the extraction process is almost complete, although had to fold to the request for a final presentation.  I suppose that's just about fair, and an appropriate way to bring about the proper sense of closure to these past months.  Again, the half-hearted request to "pay something back" goes unheeded, hilariously.

A sweet start to this month of May - playing the waiting game, resting up for a busy summer and trading in the Guinness for runs on the Prom.  Destined to come to an end on the second last Irish TFI this weekend in Derry, but building up to an hour on the trot is no small accomplishment.  Can such impressive Sprint triathlon training be maintained?  Here's hoping.

No real wise words at this late hour, just want to document the aspirations for what is to come.  Remember those hopes for becoming engaged/involved, for seeking out new corners of the city and new eccentrics to view them with.  Never really got started over here, and I can sense why, the amount of effort required, the slight foreignness and uniqueness of circumstance.  That's why, perhaps, the retreat to the familiar is now to be welcomed, more so even than on previous returns, when there was still such distances (in finances and otherwise) to cover.  No longer, and so instead the return is to assets owned that symbolize the very freedom that is truly "sought after" (heh) - small vehicles for transport over land and sea.  Yes, they fit me well, and I so look forward to them.

I think that is why, this time, it just might work.  Needs the right attitude, of course.  And some luck.  But when have you truly lacked for that?

Time for sleep.  Only another few nights in Teach Ard - would be hilarious to return and rent her again, I must say.  Who knows?  It served its purpose, ultimately, as the noise and the madness and the solitude led to what must be the correct decision on the way forward, plus no doubt helped set the mind thinking of the qualities of the flat you are soon to buy.  Make that a good one.

Another sign-off before leaving, Eire, promise.  You have been good to me, and I'll not forget it.

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