I dreamed last night that I went to Ireland with a friend. We flew to Ireland and wandered around different places and had a wonderful time. And then, we got separated. My friend and I were heading for a train or a ferry or some other sort of transport and my friend made it on, but I did not. There was a lot of confusion, a lot of things going on, and then I realized, I was alone. Alone in a country I did not know. At first, I was worried and a bit frightened. What would I do? Would I be able to find my friend? Would my friend be able to find me? Did my friend even WANT to find me? Perhaps not.
I sat in the station for a while, trying to figure out what to do. And, then I realized I was in a new country, and yes, perhaps I was alone, but it didn't change the fact that it was a new country with new things to see, new experiences to have, new people to meet. So, I got up and I went out into the city and started to explore by myself. I saw my friend in passing periodically, a face on a passing train, the back of a familiar coat exiting a store I had just entered. Having dinner with someone else. It seemed my friend had an adventure to find on their own, and apparently, so did I.
I think Ireland would be a lovely place to do that.
It's been a hell of a week. Things haven't gone right, I feel all sorts of loose endish. I wasn't able to move into the apartment I had been planning on. I spend too much time away from The Small One, what with commuting and working all day. My house is a half packed disaster. I don't know if I'm staying in this house or moving to a different place. The Small One has been out of school since before Christmas due to serious illness and major weight loss. She is due to start back on Monday, and, I confess, I'm a bit worried about it. I don't want her to get sick again, she can't afford to lose weight like that, but she does need to go back to school.
I think I'll go back to Ireland.