It is richly ironic that marrying JB will give me an American passport (a thing I yearned for for years when I was on a sponsored visa in NJ, that limited me to work only for that boss) when marrying JB also removes the yearning to live in the USA at all. In other words, since those ones weren't very clear: because of JB, I'll have an American passport, but also because of JB I don't need an American passport. Huh. Rich irony.
I used to have elaborate fantasies about living in a gingerbread house in Ocean Grove NJ and working in an animation studio nearby. I'd walk my dog on the boardwalk and love my (faceless, for fantastic) lovely man. Now, there's just a slight vestige of a mist of desire hanging around those ideas. I have swopped that dream for a log cabin (sustainable) and the good life in the country here in Ireland. Not far from my folks, and JB's Dad.
I do like coming here to write my random and interesting-only-and-strictly-to-me thoughts. And no-one notices. I am writing in lovely free obscurity. Nobody's watching! aha, hurray!
I am cartwheeling in the back of the theatre while the audience are concentrating on the play.