I’ve been thinking about posting here for a while. I’ve hesitated in part because, in my pursuit of this degree, I’ve wanted to reserve my writing energy for things required for class. But I want to be more free-form just now.
Galway has been a trip so far. My accommodation situation went bonkers about three weeks back, to the point that I wondered one night if I should fear for my safety, but the result is that I’ve ended up at an amazing place that I probably wouldn’t have considered otherwise because it’s so far out. Few buses come here, and some of the commutes are long. Sometimes it’s a three-mile walk to and/or from the bus stop (depending on the timing), but it’s beautiful countryside and often a kind soul offers me a lift. It’s a safe place. Also I like the exercise, and I’ve befriended a dog and three ponies along the way. I have class only three days a week, anyway, and I like public transportation, so that’s all good.
The distance from Galway city does mean that it’s a lot harder for me to engage in extracurricular activities, but they are not my focus right now, as much as I would like to learn Irish dancing and the language (and perhaps something in the way of music . . . ?). I came here to sink into something like this aspect of Ireland: small-town rural, preferably coastal life. Right or wrong, I think of this as “the real Ireland” more than I do the urban, built-up parts, no matter how old they are. The landscape speaks: the breeze in the tree by my window, the hills of the Burren to the left, and the bay off to the right. I can walk to the beach. The fresh air is soul-sustenance — and I was starving.
I don’t know how it’s all going to work once I start looking for employment, but I’m not concerned about that until after the winter break. Finances are holding up, and anyway it’s all I can do to keep up on schoolwork (with a healthy balance of the craic). I’ll have one fewer class next semester, and then all summer to organize my time as I wish (or can afford).
For the break — only a month away! — I’ll stay in the cottage on the coast of County Waterford where I stayed last year. It’ll be good to see those guys — the people I met in the little village before, the cliffs, the wildlife, that face of the sea — and absorb it all from my newish perspective. Will it be the same? Certainly at least a little different, but maybe just as good. I imagine I’ll get some good writing in.
Speaking of writing, I pulled my book from CreateSpace (Amazon’s self-publishing arm) and am working on pulling the e-versions from BookBaby. It’s strange not to have it out there but feels good. The niggling desire to tweak the text and to find an eco-friendly means of production (paper and printing processes) suddenly feels like an imperative. The book likely won’t see print again at least until next year, as a second edition. At some point it will be joined by a sequel, which is coming along.
I’ve been “hermiting” a fair amount, but that feels good, too. Just holing up in this wonderfully odd-perfect room and waiting on the spirit to move me.
Oh, I dyed my hair a deep violet yesterday, the first drastic color-change in a few months. It feels like a perfect fit for the lifescape opening out before me as I round this latest bend.