A complicated relationship with alcohol

A complicated relationship with alcohol
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Them: Do you want a drink?

Me: I’ll have a soda water and lime, please.

Them: Are you sure you don’t want some vodka in that?

Me: No thanks, I’m not drinking.

Them: Have you been landed with the driving?

Me: Nope.

Them: Oh right, you’re on antibiotics is it?

Me: No, I’m just not drinking.

Them: *looking shocked* You’re not pregnant, are you?!

Me: No, I’m just not drinking

Them: Are you sure you won’t have that vodka, then?

Me: No, thanks.

Them: Ah right! Eh… I haven’t put my foot in it, have I? You’re not an alcoholic or anything?

Me: You kind of have, but no I’m not. I’m just not drinking. Look I’ll get my own soda water and lime, thanks.

Them: *looking confused* Um, yeah, whatever you think is best.

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.