Leaving home never gets any easier for any of us long-term emigrants

I was home to Cork for a funeral in recent days. It was a profoundly emotional week and I was prompted to write my first ever blog post on the bus up to Dublin. It seems to have resonated with a lot of Corkonians, both living there and living abroad.

Leaving home is something I’d expect to be getting used to at this point. I’ve been doing it for 21 years.

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.