deja vu

I will share one more amusing observation and then off to click click I go! I gazed out the window as the bus weaved through emerald green rolling hills, mountains, grazing sheep and ocean tides crashing against a jagged shoreline. The natural beauty captivated me and then a curious sensation washed over me. I felt at home. Despite the mishaps earlier in the morning, I felt at complete ease and peace. It is the same sensation someone experiences when they return home from a long journey. Although everything may seem new and you are discovering fascinating elements along the way, there is always something familiar that draws you in and makes you feel at home.

I am not sure whether my unconcious remembers fragments of childhood dreams and the escapades I took in my mind, but it honestly felt like I was returning home. An elderly lady greeted me when I arrived in Bushmills and walked me to my hotel. Once I had dropped off all my belongings at the hotel and wandered Bushmills looking for socks and an umbrella, I strolled along the riverside to see when the next steam/coal train would depart to the Giant's Causeway. I noticed a interesting sign along the roadside that mentions the history of Scots-Irish and how Bushmills is an ancient city with these origins. It made me laugh as I thought perhaps that is why I feel at home here.

No matter what the cause of this strange phenmona may be, it is still quite comforting when at times I do feel so utterly alone. I really do wish my little hun was here along with the rest of you and that I could share this whole thing with you.