Home at last...

So, I have been back in Ireland for about three weeks now, and I must say, besides the weather, the public transport, the security, the nice buildings, the weather, the ridiculously small amount of hours spent actually doing something approaching hard work, the fun evenings, the view out my window, the train journeys through some of the most spectacular scenery in Europe or possibly the world, the nights out, the laughs, the lack of any real responsibility for possibly the longest time since I was a child, oh yeah - the weather, the company, the shops, the god-damn hard-to-describe-but-undeniable intelligent nature of of the whole place, the clean streets and lastly, the weather, I must say - it's good to be back!

To be fair, even though I may have sounded sardonic/bitter/twisted/like I was trying desperately to pad out a blog post when I have very little to write about (delete where applicable), it is actually reasonably satisfying to be back on home ground at last. It was an incredible experience, but it came to an end at the right time, and while I'll fondly remember my time there, I don't feel as if I have any inclination to go back to the place voluntarily (Geneva that is - Switzerland still holds plenty more wonder in my eyes)

So au revoir, Geneva. You were a brief love affair, to be looked back on fondly but without regret - and both glad to have moved on with life...