I went through a period of disregarding all future plans, and embracing a form of life that I thought was completely free, unpredictable, interesting, and refreshing.
Is it feck.
I'd completely no idea what to do with myself. I'd hate to say it was intended to sound bohemian, since i'm as "bohemian" as beans on toast. I just thought, if I expected nothing of life, i'd get more out of it. I'd appreciate things more. Open to all instances. All experiences.
No freakin' way!
What I found was maybe my true self, at least at this point in time. Quite boring, quite lazy. A barstool philosopher. At times, it's like looking at a life from the outside-in.
Not always a great feeling to "find yourself". Maybe you needed finding though.
Anyway, what i'm enjoying now is planning a trip to the US later this year, hopefully before the summer. Never been to the states, so why not?! Damn Hell Bitch!
Initial plans, New York, Boston and Chicago. A while back I got somewhat interested in Irish emigration in history, and the effects on local history (abroad). I don't know how I got to like this topic, maybe I just like to see the impact we had as a somewhat nomadic race, abroad. That strain has somewhat died though. Now we seem to just blot the beaches of Australia and Thailand.
I wonder if the people of Australia and South East Asia are absolutely sick of us?
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