This piece was written by a fellow Corkwoman, and I have felt the same every time I left Cork to go back to my ‘other life’ in a far away country.
My first piece ever, was published in The Irish Examiner.
Leaving Cork is something I’d expect to be getting used to at this point. I’ve been doing it seriously for 21 years now. That first time was the worst. Right before leaving for the airport my Dad and I took a walk down a country boreen by his house in Waterfall, and I waited for him to ask me not to go. I would have changed my mind so easily then. But he didn’t. Instead he talked about the power of youth and opportunity, and the importance of being brave with your life. That was all very inspiring of course, but what I really wanted him to say was, “Leave? Don’t be ridiculous. Come back inside and we’ll have a cup of tea”. He didn’t though, and I sobbed and sighed all the way to Shannon, and then heaved my…
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Feb 28, 2016 @ 01:22:51
Thanks for sharing this Joan. My leaving ‘home’ was not by choice, my parents (dad connected to C.I.D.) put me on the plane. Zambia was not safe in 1974 after a building at my workplace ‘mysteriously’ exploded on Sunday, I was on my way to UK on Tuesday…
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Feb 28, 2016 @ 09:28:30
Oh I bet that was a shock, leaving one lifestyle for another, and one warm climate for a colder one! I went to Zim in 1973 and many of our friends had just left Zambia also (and some of them also had been in C.I.D and Police Force there)
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Feb 29, 2016 @ 06:05:10
Thanks for sharing, Joan.
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Feb 29, 2016 @ 10:12:46
You are welcome.
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