Maynooth

Today was my last day in Maynooth town really. I've decided that I'm going to stay in a hostel tomorrow night because I want to go out with Maddie but the last buses out of the city during the week are at half eleven, and that's far too early for a last hurrah in Ireland.

But yeah, it was a very calm and thoughtful day for me. I woke up late, took a shower, didn't pack a single thing. At around 2 I went to my favorite cafe and sat in my spot and drank tea and wrote in my journal for two hours. Then kind of just wandered around the fields and gardens in south campus. You know, there are few things girlier than picking flowers, but that's what I did, and I couldn't have been happier. I was thinking about how I've been pretty much socialized to love everything green and alive since I've been old enough to hold a hose in one place for an eternity. I don't want to live in a city.

I want to know what Priests gossip about. Especially the new young graduating class of them here. There was some church party thing today and all the priests gathered at the cathedral and there were two walking that way, Bibles in hand, and one guy had that look on his face that said he was saying something he didn't want people to hear him saying and the other guy was all attentive. I'm just curious. There was a guy in Derry who asked me if I were going to be a nun when I told him that I was going to school in Maynooth. We were in a pub.

I really didn't expect to be sad to leave. And I'm not really, it's just a weird feeling when you know you're never going back to a place.