On leaving the city

On leaving the city

“You left Dublin? That must have been some change for you?”

“Yeah, it took a while to get used to. I miss footpaths, street lights and living within the delivery zone of takeaways.”

I focus on the practical things because I’m afraid to admit the truth; it didn’t take me long to adapt to living in the country and, apart from friends and family, there is little about the city that feels like home. It stopped feeling like home while I was living there.

Why I am a feminist

Why I Am A Feminist
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I haven’t always been a feminist. I don’t think I mean that in the ‘I’m not a feminist, but [insert feminist belief here]’ way. Yes, people called me a feminist long before I called myself one but they didn’t know the reason I knew the word ‘feminist’ didn’t apply to me. I haven’t always been a feminist because I haven’t always been pro-choice.

Grief

Grief

Grief is a strange thing. It can sneak up on you, even after time has passed. Sometimes out of the blue, sometimes you know the reason. Today is my nanny’s twentieth anniversary. I knew I would feel it, but I wasn’t prepared for the amount of sadness and loss that hit me yesterday. I miss her. I know I’m not the only one who does. This makes it a little easier, but doesn’t change the sense of loss.