It's been ages for me, too, and the rain DEFINITELY doesn't help. This morning was spent in tears because I just wonder sometimes why I live in an overpriced, filthy city where my rights are severely restricted and where I can't go outside without getting wet. And I do this on purpose? Really?
I am seriously considering moving back to Boston, even though I haven't lived there in 10 years. I just want to be in New England again. Plus, you can get a fucking penthouse in a doorman building on Beacon Hill for the same price as a fucking tiny hovel with a leaky roof and junkie neighbours in Dublin. Plus...plus....plus....UGH, I dunno, and tomorrow I could very easily wake up and feel like I never want to leave Dublin, ever.
The foddin laydee, she is a fickle one.
Definitely move closer to the city centre -- I'd never survive here if I couldn't walk everywhere, but I was like that in Boston, too. At least there, though, I cycled lots, but I wouldn't dare do it here.
Well, it's been 15 months total since I moved here and I would say about 80% of the time I wake up happy I'm here. Perhaps, it's still the honeymoon phase but lately it seems to be slipping in to the 70's. At first walking around knowing no one and no one knowing me was refreshing. When I left Boston, I couldn't go anywhere with running into someone who I knew and gossip ran rampant. It's sounding a bit like Cheers, but right now I just want to go some where...where someone knows my name. I am sure a quick visit back home and moving to the city centre will clear up the funk. In fairness, it has been a crappy year and it would have been no matter where I hung my hat.