if you know your history, then you would know where you're coming from

Today keeps going from beautiful to dreary. Either way, I think it's a beautiful day in Dublin. The smell of autumn has arrived--even though there are very few leaves on the ground to bring it up. Stefano made fun of me last night on the way to the movie because I was kicking the leaves. Hadn't even noticed--it's just such a happy sound.

The clouds were out this morning; I hoped we could make it to the office before it started pouring.
After we arrive, it begins lashing rain.
By the time we left, the sun was high and in effect.
Now it's becoming dark again and the sun has disappeared.

But when the sun is out and the weather is a bit colder like this, everything in Dublin is near-perfect. The sun reflects off buildings brilliantly and it is clear to see that the city is coloured in hues of dirt. Even the colourful buildings are dull.


The new interns are awesome. That is the best word I know how to describe them. A bunch and a ton of fun.

It's funny how you meet people from different places, hear them describe home and suddenly grow a healthy desire to go and live. Or you spend time with them, realise they are loads of fun and wonder if everyone from their region is like that.



And, of course, I am so ridiculously happy about the election results. Who would have thought?