Feels Like Coming Home

Have you ever been somewhere, that just “feels like home”, but isn’t actually your home? In fact it’s not even on the same continent that you were born onto. It’s a strange feeling I can tell you that. A place that feels familiar even though you’ve never stepped foot anywhere near it. I had that same strange feeling while visiting my friends in England. It was as if I had been there before, like I was coming home.

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School’s Out For Summer

Hello world! It’s been a little while hasn’t it? I know shame on me for not keeping y’all updated. Life has been BUSY! But, now that school is over, I can devote more time to writing and fun things! The little ginger is happy to be out of school but, she already misses her friends. It is going to be a struggle to keep her occupied this summer but, I’m going to do my best. Today is actually her second day of no school. She’s not too bored yet but I have a feeling I will be hearing those dreaded words, ” I’m Bored” soon. I don’t have any plans set in stone yet so we will see where the wind blows us this summer.

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Light At the End Of the Tunnel

It’s been a while since I’ve wrote. Things haven’t been the best for me. I’m still working at the newspaper, but many things have changed.

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We’re Older Not Dead

I know I usually write about my trips and the things that happen on them. But, today I’m going to write about something different. It’s something that has been bothering me for a long time. So, here it goes!

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An Afternoon in Trim

In a previous post I talked about visiting my ancestor’s church and afterwards we decided to check out the town of Trim. I’m glad we did because I was starving! Before we grabbed a bite to eat though we took a stroll around the outside of Trim Castle.

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Searching For Ancestors

All of my life I have been told I am Irish. Or at least part Irish. Before I knew just how much….or little Irish I am; I went in search of my Irish ancestors. I mean why not I was IN Ireland after all.

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A Mountain, God, and Grandma

I can understand how Saint Patrick found God on this mountain. I can’t really describe exactly how I felt sitting on Slemish. It was one of the most peaceful moments of my life I do believe. I had tears in my eyes as I thought about how much my grandmother would have loved to be there.

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