my brother drove me to SFO and I permanently left America for good.
8 years ago today I arrived in Belfast. For good.
I’ve been back, of course. But for never more than a month or two. Northern Ireland is my home now.
When people ask me if I’d go back my answer is always no. Of course I miss my family. And some of the familiar food. But I married a Coleraine boy and gave birth to a Belfast one. Here we will stay.
Adam, of course, can go to America when he grows up, if he wants. He is a full citizen of both countries, with 2 passports. I wouldn’t want him so far away, of course, but if that’s where his life leads? More power to him!
I used to dream about retiring to the coast of Maine and getting snowed in all winter with a pile of books and plenty of food.
Now maybe I’ll retire to the North Coast of Northern Ireland. I won’t get snowed in, but I can still lay in a pile of books and pretend I am.
I haven’t decided yet if Simon is coming with me. 🙂
PS 7 years ago this Sunday, Simon and I were married. More on that soon!
Sure why would anyone ever want to live anywhere else?!!
You can’t even picture yourself coming back as a retiree?