Homesickness & Appreciation

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Am I the only person who gained a newfound appreciation for my home country only once moving away from it?

I think the saying is true, we don’t really know how much we miss something until we no longer have it. And this point couldn’t have revealed itself to be more true than during my recent trip back to visit my parents in Northern Ireland.

I use to think that the little town I grew up in had nothing going for it. But actually it has quite the opposite, it holds my most cherished childhood memories, from my first day at primary school to the day I left for university, it was the place I was a child, the place where I was brought into this world. And I will always be thankful for that. Northern Ireland, in such a contrasting way to my parent’s experience due to The Troubles, gave me an overall safe childhood, filled with an eclectic range of memories, from my 12 year old self racing snails on makeshift race tracks I caught in the local park to my awkward yet endearing coming of age self throwing the bizarrest of shapes at school prom nights in cold Decembers.

I used to think I was from a quite a quiet place but with time my perception has changed, I’ve came from quite a peaceful place. That the smell of manure infiltrated my lungs making me wish I didn’t have a nose at some stages, yet now, I see it as a welcome home sign, a pleasant change from more polluted places.

To be clear, I’m not trying to say that I detest city life, if that were the case I wouldn’t be living in a city. Infact I like living in a city because it makes me appreciate the places I visit when I’m not in the city even more if that makes any sense!

Do you have an appreciation for your country of birth?

 

Ghost Stories

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With the sight of my monthly electricity bill giving me enough of a fright, do I really need to attend an 80 minute interactive theatrical horror performance this weekend? I think not.

 

But as my sister loves all things which strike terror into our  very souls, I decided I’d tag along for the lols. Have a look at this trailer below? Does it entice you to attend or make you wanna run for the hills?

 

 

You know, I’d much rather be tucked up in bed watching countless ASMR videos rather than shrieking at the top of my lungs while simultaneously sh*tting myself. I must note that I paid £25 for this, so the bargainer within me wants my money’s worth which means part of me wants to get scared out of my mind. My other side says this is a totally stupid idea, fretting that I might have paid for permanent mental scarring.

 

Unfortunately I  can’t give you too much info about the actual play itself, simply put there isn’t much info on the plot on their website, I guess if there was then the element of surprise wouldn’t be as impactful. I’ve no doubt if you do enough digging you’ll retrieve some insider insight to the show but I don’t want to ruin the fun even if that means my blood pressure skyrockets as a result.

 

Anyway, I’m off to do some light breathing exercises now in preparation for the big show, I’ll report back early next week if I’m not traumatised by the whole fiasco.

 

Pray for me please!