I'm not really sure how I feel about it. I'm going so that the family has a chance to meet Oscar and Lana, it's probably overdue. I'd like to see some of my old friends, but we'll only be there for a couple of days so this seems unlikely to happen (if any of you are reading this, rest assured I'm not trying to avoid anyone). Hopefully it wont be too cringe-worthy seeing the place again.
I attribute a lot of my teenage angst to simply living where I did. There was nothing to do that interested me, getting gadgets and gizmo's delivered there was an exercise in frustration (you'd be surprised at the number of online stores that charge extra - a lot extra, simply to deliver to N. Ireland), I lived near a flash point, it was just miserable. Maybe it's because I was young and generally quite angsty, but I know as soon as I moved away from the place I began to feel a lot better about myself. To this day, if someone offered me a job there at double the wage I get now, I'd still refuse to go.
There is one good thing about going, though - I get to see my kitty!
It has been years since I last seen the fat, little ginger legend. I hope he still remembers me, because I'll never forget him for the rest of my life. I know, that's quite sad, but I couldn't possibly overstate how much of a fantastic pet he is. We've had numerous cats over time, but he is something else.
Of course, Hera is pretty gorgeous, too.
Anyhoo, off to bed, to Ireland tomorrow!
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