I think every ginger feels like they have the right to Irish citizenship and I am no different.
I’m actually like 0% Irish. But I do have red hair, I’ve been pretty lucky in my life, I thought I was a fairy for a year in elementary school… I think that’s about as Irish as someone can be. All this to say, I’m returning to where my heart was buried in many a past life…I’m studying in Cork, Ireland for a year. I leave today, and will not be sleeping for over 24 hours. Why am I not going to Dublin? Idk. I chose Cork. Little thought. But what I said in my un-accepeted scholarship application was that I wanted to go to where the real people of Ireland are…the workers, the fishermen, the country, the South. Well, actually, Cork is the second largest city in the country so I don’t really know anything.
I’ll be studying a mix of Media Studies (sociology and art history) and Dramaturgy (erm…google it). We’ll see if that changes while I’m here. This humble blog will serve as an archive (yes my work is archival) a proletarian attempt at capturing the ephemeral happenings of a young girl turned newly twenty in a foreign land and the limanality of her tenure as an American Student in Ireland.)
Tune in for photographs, reviews, and general news. This is my diary. It WILL be messy. And this is no “HBO GIRLS,” no “SATC",” this is Cork. Dunnes is my Rodeo Drive, that unnamed pub next to my flat will be my SOHO greenhouse without the snow…that is the extent of my shitty media references and that’s why I’m getting a degree.
Enough words…i may never return…
ily sm
-littleredheadedgirl
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