tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696953011758051143.post1976694266288688529..comments2023-05-07T07:07:38.056-05:00Comments on How to Paint the Sky: Breath in. Breath out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696953011758051143.post-28216625172177016602013-08-12T22:40:04.257-05:002013-08-12T22:40:04.257-05:00This is such a great post. And it tugs at my heart...This is such a great post. And it tugs at my heart strings! Five months ago, I moved back from living in Thailand and Cambodia for several years. I moved to DC for work, and that first month was just such a shock to my system. Hearing people speak with American accents all day long, the cold, the size of cars/plates of food, etc. I kept reminding myself to breath.Jocyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01390360190381241408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696953011758051143.post-5401824763206845542013-08-08T15:26:38.509-05:002013-08-08T15:26:38.509-05:00Only just found your blog and you have already lef...Only just found your blog and you have already left Northern Ireland! (Found your post on A Cup of Jo)<br /><br /> Hope you settle in soon, and it feels like home, but I suspect a wee bit of your heart will always be back here. I'll wave and say "hi" to Fair Head for you - but don't imagine I'll be climbing up there myself!Janmaryhttp://www.janmary.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696953011758051143.post-32232122704791738322013-07-16T12:34:51.055-05:002013-07-16T12:34:51.055-05:00I'm totally bawling my eyes out because the re...I'm totally bawling my eyes out because the reality is that one day this will be me. Praying for you through this transition. ((((hugs)))))Wendy V.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05619077988387220886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696953011758051143.post-28826181289219683352013-07-13T02:12:57.174-05:002013-07-13T02:12:57.174-05:00The sound of the ocean. The wind on the side of th...The sound of the ocean. The wind on the side of the golf course when walking into town. The owner man in Cafe Boyle's whose name I don't know but who learnt my name early on and remembered my name when I returned after 8 months of being away. Maud's ice cream. Knocklayd with Mick and Aafke. The never ending uphill when you walk from the seafront to the Naylor's. The metal sound when the hatch rolls up before mealtime. The fire alarm in the middle of the night. The steps in the corridor while you're trying to sleep and you know exactly who's walking there. Coventry front door. Aaron singing downstairs Coventry while you're trying to work in the computer room. Fergal's bike on the back yard. The tea and toast at 11 on the sofas in housekeeping.<br /><br />I still miss a lot of things. A lot of things make my heart ache. But I'm trying to think that this world is small, we'll meet again and there is a reason why it was important for me to be there for those 12+1 months, although now it just makes me miss people and places.neitinomadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05180340181321086403noreply@blogger.com