...I found Me.

I am moving home.

Home.

I cannot wait to see you, friends and Portland, October 12.

Every thing you have ever heard people say is true.

"Home is where the heart is."
"You never know until you try."
"Have no regrets."
"Shit happens."
"You never know what you had until you left."
"Sometimes you need to leave in order to find yourself."

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I bid farewell to the lost Dublin; the rich and lively culture of the capital city has been replaced by grandiose capitalism and debauchery. Rapid increase in economy, markedly visible by enumerable cranes dotting the Dublin skyline, has pushed culture to the brink of extinction and opened the floodgates for vast exploitation of cheap Eastern European labor. This is not the Dublin I remember. This is not the Dublin I have read about in history books and watched in documentaries. That Dublin is gone. I may have caught a glimpse of it in 2002, but even in five short years Dublin has expanded, fresh railway tracks have been lain, and the population has expanded past capacity.

I miss you, Old Dublin, but at least I have my Seamus Heaney's, James Joyce's and Patrick Kavanagh's to remind me of your bronze-stained allure and the mystery shrouded in early morning fog just around the alley bend.