I went home… but I’m back home again

Going home for Christmas was weird.

I loved it. That can’t be denied.

But it was really odd.

At first I thought that things had changed or people were acting different. But everything was just how it always was.  ‘Cept for me.

Being in the family home was one of the first things to strike me as being odd.  Between the day I departed, September 16th, and the day I returned, December 19th, was the longest period I had ever been away from home.  94 days.   I had mentioned in a previous post about revisiting Nerja after years and it having an oddly familiar yet different vibe.  Coming back to my home in Dublin was similar.  It no longer felt like “my” home.  I was a guest in my parent’s home.  By no stretch of the imagination am I suggesting that they weren’t welcoming or accomodating – on the contrary; they could not have done more to make the 2 and a half weeks I spent back in Dublin more enjoyable.  But it was something personal that I still can’t put my finger on that made my hometown feel alien.

I was struck with the sensation many times over the holidays.  Walking through the streets of the city centre I felt more like a foreigner who knew the city well than a local.  In conversation I kept referring to “going home” to Granada.

It wasn’t helped by the fact that walking through the door of my apartment in Granada after the break I was overcome with a feeling of “back to normality”.

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She’s leaving home…

Last night was Emily’s going away party. Her last big send off. The big farewell. Great turn out. Great crowd. A lot of emotions.


Emily’s going away speech


We all headed to Crawdaddy’s from Emily’s house and I can honestly say I’ve never had a more-talky-less-dancey night out in my life. But I loved it. It totally sounds like I’m getting old before my time but it really was great just chatting and catching up with people.

Unsurprisingly emotions were high and the tears were flowing for a lot of people but, heartless as it may have looked on my part, my eyes stayed dry all night. I suppose it still hasn’t hit home for me yet. I know I’lll be seeing Emily again before she goes but I still can’t seem to fully grasp the fact that we only have about 3 days left before I don’t see her for a year.

I’m not the type that can say we’ll be in touch via the interwebs the whole time and that acts as a satisfactory substitute because virtual contact simply doesn’t have the same genuity as real life. Having said that I am so grateful that I live in an age where one can make an international video phonecall to the other side of the world for free and I’m so glad that I’ll be able to stay in contact with Emily on the other side of the world, my college mates scattered across Europe and my friends from home while I’m in Granada.

As Shane said to me last night, Emily’s leaving isn’t going to hit me until she’s gone. Expect the emotional vlog when it hits me for realz.

Here’s to the precious last few days.

We'll Miss You Emily

We'll Miss You Emily