Just back from a walk on the prom with cheeks a glow and the fesh saltly air still in my lungs. It might be my last sojourn to the prom for a while and that dejects me somewhat. The prom is my salvation from the mayhem of life; the air is better than any drug, the sounds of the water and cries of the seagulls are soothing, the people are civilised and all of life is in harmony there. The sea is such a soothing presence; I don't know how people live in-land or (god forbid) in landlocked countries. I, for one, could never live too far from the sea.
Luckily my next port of call is also beside the sea. I hate to announce but I'm not going to Paris afterall (just yet)--I'm moving to dear, dirty Dublin at least for a little while. I'm doing interviews with several places and am on the hunt for a place to live (if you happen to know of a room close to the city centre for 400eur let me know!)
This week I'm helping out with a friend's play in Players' Theatre in TCD (The Biography of Bernie Ward by Painted Filly Theatre--go see it!) and at the weekend I'm off to Electric Picnic for the last great session of the summer. You know what? I'm glad it's almost over; it was a great summer but I think I've had enough of festivals (Yes you can have too much of a good thing). I want to get stuck into a new job, get some routine back and just stay in one spot for a while.
And so to Dublin for phase 2 of the Great Career Break Adventure of 2007. Job and accommodation to follow...
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