Autumn 2014

6.

Here is a girl with a pink suitcase and a globe by her side...

The road is calling me again. Just like it had fourteen years ago, ah, feels like a century now.

I still remember how I came to Galway that time. Some rainy Saturday night of the month of February. Bus station was empty. Nobody met me. I was standing outside watching the rain, deciding which direction to take. I was calm and sure though, even in those circumstances, even so long ago. How come? Because I had a feeling I arrived HOME...

 

I had a wonderful time here all the way: found many good friends, had stable job, was able to travel the World, enjoyed Guinness and laughed till sore throat; sang in pubs and in churches, was marching St Patrick's parade dressed as green frog... Met two amazing men here whose understanding, acceptance and support shaped me into a flower I am ever since. I studied in Galway and volunteered a lot: with young people and smaller children, who lightened my road... Bought my first home, drove the car that I loved; lost count on the milky teas that I drank on West shores. Lied in the meadows, watched their blue snails; dreamed big looking at mountains, screamed happy when dreams didn't failed... Sometimes cried with the rain, shared a whisper with stars; time from time been blown by a wind off the rails, always was found by some loving heart... Found myself charmed by Irish stories, Celtic culture and the sound of a harp. Learned to make Irish coffee and even an apple pie (Sunday roast- way too advanced, hehehe). Inspired by Irish 'nothing ventured, nothing gained' I started to write...

Most grateful for the people I met through those years. The size of an Irish heart stretches way further than yes...

Galway was my first true home and my first Love, surely I say.

But today the same girl sits on a pink suitcase again. She hears voices calling her, clearly hears FAMILY name...


So in the end I do say goodbye. But nor to the people, nor to a place. To particular stage of my life this Goodbye I address. Thank you, God, for the birth. Time to grow and this growth shall accelerate.

 

Cork, I come with Love!

 

Briga Saulė, 2014

Briga Saulė, 2014

by Brigita Stasun