Megan Eaves

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…