Last days in August The tarmac heats the rubber soles of my boots. It’s hotter here than I had expected it to be. At home, the rain is merciless. I said goodbye to my life in Ireland through grimy windows and stolen strolls through the spitting rain. Saying goodbye to Galway was both painful and cathartic. My relationship is falling apart. Everything feels very real and permanent. I feel as if the decisions I am making now will affect me...
