jakorte's blog

The truth of the matter is I’m tired of the struggling, and have been for quite some time now. The challenges are getting old. Yet, here I am in Dublin, moving right along with them. I fool around with my phone trying to figure out what will work. I set a test for the alarm while I wait for my trip to continue. I’m pleased to find the alarm function is operating. I can now add that to the list of small tasks my super-smart, internationally-dumb phone if good for.

The bus trip to Longford runs about 1.5 hours, which will be good for a well needed nap the result of speedwalking my luggage to and fro through Terminals 1 and 2. It’s a very good thing the currency agent talked me into taking 300 Euros. I’ve already spent $50.00 on calling cards and phone cards. So far Dublin looks like New York. I guess I expected more of a old-time Boston feel. I am still at the airport, though. Construction is taking place and new facades are being created.

The sun is shining. It’s still a bit surreal that I am here. I’m just trying to keep busy now. People watching and random note writing – too much thinking time turns to tears. TMTTTTT … TMT5… is this how those texting abbreviations are born? Out of boredom?

I’m still thinking so my avoidance tactics aren’t working. I’ve many times over been given the assignment of “Have fun!” by friends, family and light acquaintances. I will enjoy this diversion, soaking in the experiences and probably soaking a few tissues, too. But first I’ll finish my ½ American ½ Irish breakfast, find a restroom, freshen up a bit, and continue on.

I’ll be fine. I always am.