Dear, Ireland.
Lately, my brain has felt a little like smush. It’s all about the thesis right now, but I’ve been allowing myself to think about what lies ahead as a soon-to-be graduate. Not fun.
You are in my bad books.
I don’t want to emigrate. I don’t want my friends to emigrate. I’m anxious about how the next year will affect my mental health. How will I support myself?
I don’t think anyone knows what’s going to happen in 2011, but I have decided I will be staying here. I’m not leaving my home because of the mistakes another generation made. I want to be part of a generation that provides for the next, and I can’t help if I’m not here.
I think it might be time to stop talking about what I’m against and start finding things I’m for.
I am not leaving you and I’ll do everything I can to fix you.
Love, Sara.
P.S. Don’t think you’re off the hook just because I’m staying.
