I was raised by a man who is very proud of his exclusively Irish heritage. His parents were immigrants, and he's traced our family line back to the 14th century, all in County Galway. Best meal of the year was St. Patricks day, also my folks' anniversary, when we had corned beef with cabbage, rutabegas, onions, and turnips with vinegar, my mom's soda bread...the works! And finished it all off with a cup of Coffee with whipped cream and lots of Jameson. The taste of Jameson, to this day, is as comforting as any childhood memory.
When I was a boy, my life's dream was to move back to Ireland, fight for independence in the Northern Counties and plant/preserve Oaks. Or just fish. I even got a wild hair a few years back and entertained the idea of uprooting my family and opening a sushi bar in Ireland...it could totally work!
I was looking up something somewhat unrelated the other day and saw this video, of a song I haven't heard since I was maybe 13 years old.
My God, if I were reincarnated, I'd just want it to be in Ireland. One of the saddest things in my life is that I want to take my wife and move there to grow old and die, but I am not a native. If I were born there, I wouldn't want people like me all flocking back either, so I keep my peace. But I fear that when my death draws nearer, I will no longer be able to resist it. It's like a magical force pulling at me, even a picture of the landscape, the artwork, an accent from the Gaeltacht...it enchants me.
Anyone else in love with their homeland?