Megan Eaves-Egenes

i am sitting in my bedroom, working on a bottle of the world’s worst malbec/shiraz mix (why did i buy that?) and thinking about how it’s getting cold outside. there is a predicted frost tonight… the irish like to muse and predict and make plans with no follow through. or so it seems. and such…

i once read a quote from an intercultural writer who had grown up in the U.K. and later moved to the U.S. he made the point that, going from america to britain, one generally assumes that things are going to be more or less the same. the cultures aren’t that different, and … after all,…

i am wrecked for several reasons. 1) i got a job working in an outdoors retail shop that sells stuff for skiing, hiking, climbing, etc. so, i’ve been on my feet a lot this week. 2) i have been walking everywhere. this compounds the aforementioned foot problem. 3) the “going out” phenomenon. it’s like… relentless.…

this week is the whirlwind of weeks. at first, things seemed to be falling into place grand-like. i found a place to live within the first few days after i arrived. it’s a little brick house on a long street row of other little brick houses – more like townhomes really. there are three bedrooms…

it was raining in dublin when my plane landed. typical and a rather apt welcome back. the last time i was here was march 2006. got easily checked into the hostel and ventured out to find a meteor shop and get phone service – yes, i’m mobile now. after spending most of the day scouring…

i’m carrying a lot stuff. it’s really no exaggeration. i have a huge (45lb) rucksack, a guitar case filled with not only my guitar, but also all of my undergarments and socks. additionally, i have a smaller daypack, a shoulder bag, and a purse. altogether, i’m guessing it all weighs about 80 lbs. needless to…

here goes nothing. i’m off to washington d.c. today, and dublin tomorrow night. seems like i have been planning this for a year… oh, right. i have been planning it for a year. it’s 5:45 am and rural new mexico is silent, for the moment. i’m trying to savour the last few minutes of dry…