You never think you’ll leave your home, but then something happens that splits you, like you’re Ireland herself, and you think well fuck this. You fight with your mum, saying things you’ll regret for a long time. Things that aren’t even all the way true to you when you say them, but your anger is immense and wild.
We finally did it. We vacationed. We performed online searches and booked tickets. We put our names on the same reservation for a king-sized room with a mini-fridge for just five dollars more on a high floor with a wide view. We could see the rushing bend of the Mississippi that had backed off after… Continue reading In progress