September in Dublin, the Second Round.

Turkish Coffee

The six of us sat around the table eating dinner together. It felt odd, this little table crowded into the corner in such a vast, unadorned room with two photos leaning haphazardly against the radiator. The television was on mute in the background with music videos from the Middle East skipping in and out. I have never been a friend with someone from Saudi before, and this was the first time I had seen her without her hijab. We talked casually in class, and around town, but here in her home she was a different person, at least, to me.  Continue reading

Moving and Community

View from the New Apartment

View from the New Apartment

Glass bottles clinked in my lap as we drove. It was the last run of the day, at one am, the streets of Dublin were alive with revelers and taxi cabs. We were saying goodbye to our old apartment, our home for our first year as expats in Dublin. Warm street lights cast a glow over the streets and we drove south, it had been a long day-but a good one.

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On Flying in Lightning Storms

Pacific Ocean

Pacific Ocean

I’ve seen a lightning storm form the air once before. We were somewhere over the ocean, I think, the Atlantic. The pilot came on to tell us there was a cloud to cloud storm out the right side of the plane. We opened our window shades to watch, in the distance, angry clouds toss streams of light to one another, a light show in the air. We were far enough away that we didn’t experience any turbulence, it didn’t feel dangerous. It was simply beautiful. Continue reading