Good-bye Killiney Hill, Good-bye Dear Ones

We lived today, like I've lived a lot of my Dublin days.
We woke up and went for a run, after a breakfast of muesli. Eventually, we went up Killiney Hill... It was my last time, at least for this phase of my life. And it was as beautiful as ever.









Dinner was with Vera and Kristyn back at my house in Dalkey. In traditional, Irish fashion, we had shepherd's pie. Then Kristyn, Hannah and I went to the Queens, the last venture to that familiar pub. Eventually, I finished packing up all my things from the house. I stood in my empty room, evaluating my feelings on it all. I was sad. So sad. I didn't cry though.
I explained it to Hannah, Katelyn, and Kristyn as just knowing that I have no regrets. I feel whole. Sad, slightly bruised... but just very at peace. And very comfortable with feeling all those things, and more at the same time. Saying good-bye to Vera, Pat, Kristyn, and Katelyn hurt. And it felt slightly unreal. But looking back, I see so much good. It's hard to grasp the reality of it. That's no surprise though.