I’ve been exploring the water’s edge from the other side of the Atlantic along Ireland’s west coast.
Years ago, I was lucky enough to spend a year in Ireland on a study abroad program through St. Mary’s College. The college I attended, St. Patrick’s in Maynooth, was near relatives on my paternal grandmother’s side. A family full of boys, with one near my age, I got to know them quite well and have been back over several times to visit.
My grandmother moved to the States at age 16 or 18 when she married my grandfather (who was her godfather and a distant relative I think … yes, perhaps that’s where I get that special quirkiness).
Now that my husband and I have moved to a new state, far from any family, I’ve often thought of my grandmother and her move to a new country. Even though she left her immediate family, she moved to family. While I too have moved to new places, I have always roosted near family, until this latest move to Ohio. It’s very strange living without family nearby, without knowing someone there has “your back,” so to speak. We’ve met loads of nice people who’ve been very welcoming … but it’s still an unsettling feeling to me, like I don’t quite have my feet on the ground.
At any rate, I thought I’d share some photos from the water’s edge in Ireland.