It’s late December of 2002. I’m weeks away from insanity. I’m in Burtonport, a small fishing village within County Donegal, Ireland. This is where my Great Grandfather, Patrick Francis O’Donnell, emigrates to America from in 1909. This is where my Irish heritage begins. This is simply awesome. Donegal is a slice of Heaven on Earth, as long as the weather holds up. However, it often doesn’t lol. It rains a lot. I stay here for 10 days over Christmas into the New Year. It doesn’t rain until the day I leave. A minor miracle.
I like these still moments in between the chaos.
There's a region of Scotland with my name. Maybe one day I will explore it.