The rain in Spain
I remember someone once describing the every day experience of Ireland’s grey low skies as like ‘living inside a tupperware container’. The weather in Spain for the past week has been like that. And, apart form the obvious restrictions it has put on my outdoor activities, it has also affected my mental health a little. I don’t have the usual spring in my step that I have come to take for granted.
Which makes me wonder how well I will cope when I return to Ireland. For return I shall. We have agreed to drive a people-carrier to Ireland - via France and the Rosslare-Cherbourg ferry - this summer. We’ll load all our worldly possessions into the van and drive just over a thousand miles. To the inside of a tupperware container. I can’t wait for the journey although I’m a little apprehensive about what I’ll find at the other end.
I’ll miss my life here. The climate, the quality of life, and the freedom are hard to beat. But I know I can’t go on living like this forever. It’s not just the financial viability of my life of leisure that is at issue but - more importantly - the lack of challenge and obstacles in my life. For the most part I have only done what I wanted to do over the past year-and-a-half. I have not been compromised by a boss, a deadline, a job; nothing. It’s nice for a while but it’s not good if you do it for too long.
So come the autumn I will return to the fair green land for a while, and experience all the obstacles and challenges that it has to throw at me.
As I’ve said before: It should be interesting.
Mark Waters marked time at 5:59 pm on March 31st, 2004 .
