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Through Europe

Fresh off the boat, undecided and a little lonely, I make my first trek through Europe.

Valli’s World, Collooney, Ireland
I am a Writer
Dwelling in Ireland
In the Heart of Queen Maeve’s Cairn
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Learning the meaning of the word “bregar”.
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Learning the meaning of the word “bregar”.
Gemini (aka FOMO) full moon…we did a little bit of all the things.
Original song
🌴
The flaw in my thinking around breaks is that breaks always mean endings, not just pauses.
Oh my mamey!
After 36 years, both my mother and I are finally learning my signals. She doesn’t need much space, but she is learning to give me mine, and I am learning to take it shamelessly. As our visit slid by, I slowly melted into her home, her rhythm. I learned again how to snuggle, reading stories to toddlers totally trusting in my arms, watching Netflix curled next to mom on the futon couch, the cat sprawled purring over our two bodies. I realized how tense I had been these last two years, building a life on my own, relaxing into no one. Independence is empowering, until it is restricting. Until strength limits flexibility.
I’m not a perfect guest.
I’m trying out being a writer in NYC😜
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