Well, here I am. In Ireland. I don’t have my bags, which means I don’t have more than two changes of clothes, rainwear, or hygiene supplies, but, you know, I am here. The main quality that I feel most people would note upon their arrival is the living history in the air. It’s almost trite to pine over the ancientness of Europe in comparison to the immediateness of America, but the reverence for the past here is inescapable. The function of American cities is, first and foremost, economical. They are primarily engines for production and service. But Armagh as a city seems to be a function of culture and history. While surely some of that focus stems from a profit interest in tourism, the city feels lived-in and monumental to its ancient roots. It feels historic, but not “touristy”. Every building has served three other purposes in its past, but none of them sell garish trinkets or placards with homely folksisms. My mother asked me to acquire “an offical pub t-shirt” for her while I was here, but none of the pubs that I have seen practice that kind of merchandising. The point is, Armagh feels more like a city that facilitates and celebrates life, future and past, rather than emphasizing business and trade. It’s a fascinating, beautiful place that I can’t wait to find out more about. And hopefully my luggage will get here soon.
Prayin’ for your luggage. When you go to Dublin, visit the Brazen Head Pub- it’s the oldest pub in the city and you can definitely get t-shirts there.
Fortunately, the luggage was delivered today. Somebody’s got soap again! #privilege
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