Over a month since we left Ireland. It's like a kind of dream now. I was showing some of my photos of our 10 months in Ireland to my 95 year old mother-in-law here in Alberta; so beautiful, such an experience. And finished. On to the next episode of life, whatever that may be. Although all of my grandparents uprooted their lives several times, emigrating from the "Old Country" to Canada, moving from place to place as their financial circumstances, job circumstances, prescribed, by today's standards the adventure that we undertook from Arizona to Ireland was an odd one. Not because of job, not because of family (although family had a strong influence on me on the decision to come back), why did we do it? A year later, I honestly can't remember. It was an adventure, just an adventure. We did it because we were able to do it. And now we are back because we were able to come back. But, in the words of a song, So what happens now? Another suitcase in anoth