I’ve had a busy few weeks. Last weekend, we had a friend from Seattle visiting at the end of a big Europe trip, as well as an old university friend of mine from London. The weekend before that we were in Naples, visiting another Seattle friend on a Europe trip. And the weekend before THAT my mum was over and I graduated. So we’ve now got three weeks of laundry, no groceries, and – perhaps inevitably – I am going to offload my thoughts onto the internet.
2016 is – thankfully – nearly over. It has been a hell of a year to be an immigrant in the US. When I moved here three years ago, I never thought for a moment that they would be inaugurating President Trump in 2017.
I swear I was leaving anyway.
I have never been very good at making friends. No, don’t feel sorry for me. Although I can be gregarious and engaging, I can also be prickly and stubborn. I spent a lot of my childhood and teenage years not really having any close friends, or having anyone I could trust, or who I knew would always be there for me. Half the reason I (rather rashly) moved to Dublin at 18 was because I didn’t know a soul in the whole country. I could leave behind the rather lonely past, and find people who actually liked me.