Vampire Story from Ireland

This story began at my hometown with a whole bunch of nothing. Being stuck at one same place for years now without change of location had made me physically ill so I decided to just sell everything and go where I had longed to be for so long - beloved Ireland.

Though I did not have any real connection in what ever way to this country I always felt a strange emptiness whenever I came across something Irish. Every last bit of Irish spirit I began to inhale desperately trying to fill up that hole in my soul. It was never enough and I was beginning to feel emptier by the day. Something had to change. I had told me that countless times before but never acted.

"Ireland Standing Stones"

Now was the time I thought, so I started selling my belongings, closed down my bank accounts and tried to find someone to take over my flat. I felt more caged every day and when I finally had raised enough funds and had all my things in order, there was not much keeping me here. The next day early in the morning I drove to the airport and bought a last minute ticket to Dublin. Two hours later I sat on the plane.

Though I was able to stay with a couch surfer for the first week until the last things about my apartment were set, my first days in Ireland felt unexpectedly strange. Was I expecting too much of my new home? Did I idealize? Time will tell, I thought.