Monday, October 12, 2009

Home is Where the Heart is...

On that note, I apologize in advance if this post is a bit cynical... I'm just in one of those moods I suppose (maybe its the weather?).
Thanksgiving is a time when we come together with our friends and families to share awesome meals and get caught up on each other's lives. BUT, if we didn't have a day delegated to do so, would we even bother?... I really doubt it. I don't think that it is right that we live in a world that is so fast paced that we can't make time for what is, or at least should be most important.

If the time that we spend together with our families is so short, do they even see the real us or do we put on a front to keep the atmosphere cheerful? Do we share the bad with the good, or just stick to positive conversation?
I personally can't say that I don't see my family much because we do live in the same city, and believe me they get a piece of my mind quite often.. but what I have been coming to realize more and more lately is how bad i want out of London. For those of you reading this who are not from this town and love it here, just imagine being stuck in the same town you grew up in your entire life, I'm sure you would come to resent it too. London for me, lost its magic a long long time ago. It's just not home anymore. It's just...well, London.

This summer I backpacked Europe for a month and a half. IRELAND. ENGLAND. FRANCE.
I won't get into that adventure in detail here because I bet I could write a blog that would take days to read if I did, but I want to tell you about my future home if you will.

Between the cobblestone streets and hidden ally ways, historical buildings, little street shops, live entertainment, and overload of pubs, there is nothing bad to say about this city.
Come nightfall the streets flood with people of all ages openly drinking, singing, and dancing. The Temple Bar is something right out of a movie. If you want to really truly feel alive spend one night there and I promise you will be on top of the world. I would do ANYTHING to be back there right now this thanksgiving weekend.

Yet despite the drunken escapade, one memory that will never be forgotten about being in Dublin was while walking down a cobblestone narrow backstreet, a girl in probably her mid-twenties was standing on the side of the road playing and singing Zombie by the Cranberries. It was honestly the most intense busking act I have ever seen, it literally brought me to tears and I really cannot explain why. This song will forever now remind me of that moment when I felt so at home in a country on the other side of the world..

Zombie was released in 1994 on the Cranberries album No Need To Argue. Singer Dolores O'Riordan claims that Zombie speaks about "The Irish fight for independence that seems to last forever." The lyrics even say, "It's the same old theme since 1916" in reference to the Easter Rising in Ireland. This song is without a doubt a war song, but just hearing such a young individual singing it on the streets of Dublin made me realize that even though societies have changed over the years, theirs stories have not been forgotten (hence why Ireland is still bursting with culture).

Anyways, now that I have ranted a bit about feeling at home some place else, I still believe that those of you who do only spend time with your families on marketed holidays need to
a) make an effort to see them more, and
b) BE YOU. Don't put on an act to appear as the smart, university attending, independent individual. BE YOU! If you hate your classes, tell them that! If you are broke, super behind and party way to much, tell them that to!
Enjoy the rest of your turkey eating holiday, let's hope your mom is a good cook.

*note* this blog was completely inspired by Zombie unexpectedly playing on my computer

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