I have this big stack of books and, when I pass it, it kind of whimpers something about a bright, fruitful and productive future. And I keep going.

This whole job search stuff wasn't supposed to happen for a while. It was supposed to be an internship search, but then my tooth wanted to hate me. Overall, what's going to be happening is not a bad alternative, but it really is just that: an alternative. There's a life and people and experiences and time that were left behind in Dublin. And it all happened so quickly. I keep thinking that more time would have been nice--time to go to the pubs I always wanted, time to lay in the sun in skirts with the grass of my favourite parks tickling my knees--but, in the end, there's no amount of time that would ease saying goodbye.

It is hard to think of what sort of jobs that are out there. When people ask, I want to tell them that I am looking for something that 1.) really rocks 2.) deals with people 3.) is challenging 4.) is something i'll never get bored at 5.) rocks the world's socks in a very positive manner 6.) has benefits and a fair bit of benjamins para mi.

Things at home seem really much the same since I left. Even a lot of the food is the same--and far past its expiration date. I got super excited when I saw natural peanut butter, only to have my heart splatter on the kitchen floor when I realised it was six months past its expiry date.