Chicken Feet on the Emerald Isle
Travelogue about learning to live in Ireland
I’m sitting in the car – a huge improvement from an hour ago. I’ve been trying to convince myself to go grocery shopping all day. If I wait much longer the stores will close and my husband and I won’t have anything to eat for dinner. The steering wheel and myself are on the right side of the car, this being Ireland. It’s pouring rain – not much of a change from any other day.
I know it’s silly to be this scared. I know it’s a normal thing to go grocery shopping, even for foreigners. And yet the newness terrifies me. I feel ill. It could be the anxiety or maybe it’s the shot of vodka I just had to help myself out of the house. As I sit in the car I wonder how many of the neighbors in the brown brick townhouses are watching me. The Irish are nothing if not curious.