I recently had the opportunity to go back to Ireland for a few days and took 24 hours to return to my old stomping grounds of Malin Head at the most northerly tip of the island.
I no longer have any immediate family in Ireland, so going back there is a somewhat strange experience these days.
You can go back, but it’s different. Not bad, but not what I might have expected.
I haven’t spent more than a week or two at a time in Ireland since 1979. In that time, the country has changed a great deal and so have I.
Where am I going with all of this? I don’t know. I’m not unhappy about any of this, but I am slightly uncomfortable.
Does that begin to make any sense?