i am back in ireland now after the whirlwind of travel. and i am glad. it becomes stressful after a while, constantly carrying your home with you and deciphering train schedules in new places. what's stranger is that in the beginning i felt like 5 weeks could never end. and of course, you enter a routine and lose track of it all and suddenly, your off of the air plain and your hair stands on end in irish night. feels like a dream really, like those bizaar afternoon naps you take accidentally, and wake and wonder what time, or day, it is. the days, they go fast. but it always does when you are enjoying the moment, every moment. now though, i am recooperating. physically and nutritionally. its hard eating a round meal without spending an arm and a leg. ha, and its like im back at henning road. i'm helping dad with yard work and doing the daily fire routine. and of course, am enjoying the immense luxury of cleaning my laundry without cost and long, hot, comfortable showers.
i wonder what home will be like. word has it in the papers here, theres been a coup in america. and also, the yankees have some how started winning again.
ha i know, hard to believe. but lets just see if they make the playoffs
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No coup.... we should be so lucky!
I wonder what it will be like when you're home, too! love, mom!
As a point of interest; bizarre is different from bazaar, and recuperating is not the same thing as recooperating. Just offering some food for thought for your "round meal"! love you!
I have no idea what these comments mean..
Luke, welcome "home." We're all excited to hear about your travles next time you visit the U.S. Keep in mind, you have to come back every 90 days to keep up the appearance of a tourist.
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