C'est Nice

i won't sing for you, or even reprint further lyrics, but you get the gist. I'm about t-minus forty-five minutes from departure from Brenna Clarke's house. I know I've left the blog woefully unupdated, but hopefully that should surprise exactly none of you.

Anyway, a few long hours I'll be back with two feet on American soil, which makes me want to go burn a communist or something. just kidding. ireland's been quite lovely, despite the shitty weather, which really hasn't even been that shitty, given ireland's reputation. Of course, a more in-depth account of my travels, which I believe left off in York, of all places, will follow, once I'm back from outer space.

As to my future whereabouts, nothing (naturally) is set in stone as of yet. I have to be in SF for May 25th for a mandatory orientation for my summer park and rec job, but my parents and I are discussing having me return to NYC after that for a little more family time. I'll keep you all posted as things become ever clearer.

Other than that... I'll be seeing some of you soon! Strange! I hope everyone is alive and well, and I can't wait until our various and sundry paths cross. All the best.