I'm an alien

I feel a little alien.

I’ve been back in the states from my honeymoon now 5 days and I just don’t feel right. Like part of me was left behind in Dublin.

Walking Grafton street.

Lurking through Temple Bar.

Eating a boxty at Gallagher’s.

Sitting on the couch with Gina in our apartment overlooking the Liffey.

Walking up Dame street towards Christ’s Church.

Perusing the shops at Jervis center.

Somewhere there is part of my soul still out there, still having not arrived with the plane. It leaves me with an odd sensation. I am home, but I am not. Everything is familiar but I am left with this lingering feeling of not quite fitting in to my life here.

Maybe I’m just not letting go of a great honeymoon.

Or maybe I just miss Dublin.

I miss the friendly people. I miss the politically incorrect humor and wit. I miss the accent.

My wife and I were at a local restaurant the other day and when the waitress came up to take our order. She started to speak and I looked at her like she was from another planet. The american accent sounds so odd to me now.

I miss the nativity scenes in the pubs and town squares.

I miss the Dublin monument nicknames: "The Tart with the Cart”, “The Hags with the Bags”, “The Stiletto in the Ghetto” and my personal favorite, “The Fag on the Crag” (I hope Oscar Wilde has a good sense of humor...).

It was a wonderful 2 weeks, and I guess the part of me that is still there is the part that still wants to be wandering Dublin with my wife. Walking those wonderfully old, familiar streets. Eating at the local pubs, watching our nightly dose of celebrity big brother then blissfully heading off to bed with another day of Ireland and honeymoon ahead.