“I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.~ Erin Van Vuren
We all got new coats for Christmas. Santa Julien was very generous as usual. No one gets left out. Somehow I don’t think the kids took a fancy to their new Doggy snow suits with arms and legs.
I thought they looked wonderful and fit great. But once we suited them up; they wouldn’t even budge. You’d think by looking at them they just wanted to die.
Oh little chihuahua’s, it’s not so difficult is it?
We just returned from Ireland. What an incredible place. It’s old there. I felt like it had embraced me; us. You know that part of you that makes you feel as if you belong there? It’s a special place; mystical I think.
Believe it or not, we stayed in places where there was no internet or television! We took the doggies with us; they loved it.
But today, for the first time, it feels like summer here in Swansea. Yesterday I think the temperature came nearer to 80° warmer than I’ve ever seen it here.
Everything is green there in Ireland. Everything. And blooming just like here.
It feels healing and I think days like today helps prepares one for the winter’s in Wales where it seems to nearly rain for nine months straight.
It’s been almost six weeks until my fixed term ended at my job. I worked for six months straight even though it seemed like only weeks.
I had never worked a temporary job before. The separation was more difficult than I thought.
But it seems the difficulty wasn’t so much as the job itself; I guess it’s the people there that I miss much more.
I miss that connection. It was a place where I felt accepted and embraced.
Thank you for reading.
American Girl in Wales