Looking back on some of my blogs, I realized that some may think I am complaining about Northern Ireland. Therefore, I wish to set the record straight.
I love living in Belfast. I love this city atmosphere, where live music is literally just around the corner. I love that during every conversation, the person you are talking to will ask, “Fancy a coffee?” The one exception to this is when you are already having coffee with that person. I love that this has caused me to spend more on coffee than I could have ever anticipated. I now have a portion of my budget titled “Caffeine”.
I love the people. I love how people call you “Lass” or “Love” without any regard to the fact that they have just met you. I love that the butcher wants to know if I am able to carry my groceries home. I am terribly in love with the drunken old man who serenades the post office with old Broadway tunes – every day of the week. I even have an appreciation for the drunken old men who talk nonsense at the pub and demand songs to be played that no one knows. I am forever grateful to the friends I have made, amazing talented friends. I love that when I invite people over for dinner, they bring two things; alcohol and a guitar.
I cannot say that I love the weather, but even Mother Nature and I have come to some sort of arrangement. I no longer question intense cold with the absence of snow, or the arrival of all seasons in one day. In turn, she does nothing different. But there is a definite felling of mutual respect. I have come to enjoy the brisk mornings (brisk is really a joke – morning are freaking cold here) and find myself frolicking in the winter air (frolicking is also a joke – I walk with a bounce in my step).
And these are just a few of the many, ever growing things I love about Belfast.
Have a happy holiday. I know I will.
Kelsey
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