The Singing Stranger

I didn’t happen to mention it a few weeks ago but a couple of weeks ago, myself, Ciara, and our friends Colin and Louise decided to go househunting to serve us next year while I finish my degree, while Colin does my job, while Ciara does her solicitors’ exams and while Louise is working in the National Museum.

Ciara has a serious knack for getting on top of tasks like this very quickly. We decided on a hunch at about 11am that we’d start looking at a few sites online, and by lunchtime she’d literally identified 20 potential habitations and had booked viewings for three of them. We viewed one at 5pm - right over the road from UCD, another at 5:45, and the third at 6:30pm.

While we were bowled over by the location and cleanliness of the first place - lovely and white, to the point where we nearly asked to take it on the spot - nothing could have prepared us for the sheer brilliance and relative luxury of the third. It was huge, with three double bedrooms and three bathrooms, enough that the four of us could really ever want. About 20 minuntes’ walk from UCD, it was fine for myself and Colin, and being 90 seconds from a 46a bus stop, it was more than adequate for Ciara and Louise too.

And so once we get home from Slovenia we’re unpacking our stuff there, and getting on with life, without feeling like we’re living under a college thumb any more.

While we’re doing it, it’s time that this blog was swept a little under the carpet. It’s been a fun ride, and while it’s been much more sporadic than I’d have liked (blame work) I think it’s catalogued a real growth in my life over the last year or so, from the bottom of Bavaria to the east of America and everywhere in between.

I’m moving over to www.everydayiselectionday.com - if you’re willing to share a bedroom with someone for life, you can’t really have any complaint starting a joint blog when you’re at it, can you?

I’ll set up some redirects so that your old RSS feeds should work within a week or so, and this site will stay live, but I ain’t gonna be around here much no more.

Thank you all for reading; I’ll leave with a quote from someone whose wise words are often unbeatable:

I don’t look upon this like it’s the end, I look upon it like it’s moving on you know. It’s almost like my work here’s done. I can’t imagine Jesus going, ‘Oh, I’ve told a few people in Bethlehem I’m the son of God, can I just stay here with Mum and Dad now?’ No. You gotta move on. You gotta spread the word. You gotta go to Nazareth, please. And that’s, very much like… me. My world does not end within these four walls, Slough’s a big place. And when I’ve finished with Slough, there’s Reading, Aldershot, Bracknell, you know I’ve got to– Didcot, Yateley. You know. My — Winnersh, Taplow. Because I am my own boss, I can — Burghfield. I can wake up one morning and go ‘Oh, I don’t feel like working today, can I just stay in bed?’ ‘Oh, I dunno, better ask the boss.’ ‘David, can I stay in bed all day?’ ‘Yes you can, David.’ — Both me. I’m not — that’s not me in bed with another bloke called David.

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