I’m heading to Logan Airport in a bit to fly back to Dublin. It’s hard to believe that I’m starting the third year of my Ph.D. Time flies when you’re busy and having fun.
The summer of 2012 was a great one. I spent it relaxing and chilling mostly with my family.
I can’t explain to you in words how awesome my Ma’s cooking was. So many delicious meals, from her baked macaroni (macaroni and cheese), to her homemade marinara sauce and meatballs, to raviolis and rigatonis. I’m glad we were able to make it to St. Anthony’s Feast in the North End.
My father and I had some great evenings at our favourite pub, The Biltmore. We had a few laughs, as we always do, on our porch during those hot and sunny New England nights. We discussed politics and had a few laughs at the many Romney gaffes.
My summer was also eventual because of the research I conducted. I managed to complete a bunch of semi-structured interviews and met some fascinating people along the way.
I also managed to run a ton over the summer. I worked my way up to running about 8 miles daily with little discomfort. My amazing sister (Ali) and I had a great run in South Boston where she told me some pretty important stuff. I’ll have to wait to tell at another time.
Of course I can’t forget my lovely Mel, who I spent Google chatting with throughout the days. I can’t wait to be back with her in The Liberties. She brings a kind of peace into my life found nowhere else.
It’s always a bit difficult leaving home. But life must go on. Over the years, I’ve learned that home, as an idea or concept, always travels. Just because I’m not physically at home doesn’t mean I’m not there, or that home isn’t with me. It’s all in my head. Home is how you think of it.
The time we have with our loved ones is precious. Take advantage of it. Time flies. Have no regrets.