The Irish Version of Myself
Moving to Ireland created a version of myself that can only be described as the Irish version of myself.
Irish Morgan is loud, free, and doesn’t have a care in the world. She walks to work because she doesn’t have a car. She drinks in the middle of the day because there is no one there to tell her not to. Irish Morgan dresses weird. Her best friend is Swedish, so she gets fashion tips from a Scandinavian diva. She’ll wear black pants, pink high tops, a yellow shirt, and a green jacket. She’ll never match, but that’s ok. Irish Morgan isn’t out to impress anyone.
Irish Morgan doesn’t have to pretend to be someone she isn’t. If you don’t like her, she’ll shrug and move on. The friends that she has made may be far and few in between, but they are true friends. She isn’t fake. If there is something on her mind, she will tell you what it is. Irish Morgan is true to herself.
Irish Morgan falls in love with everyone. She has friends from all over the world and cares deeply for them. She’s the type of person who goes to a party knowing only one person and comes out knowing every person there. She’s friendly but doesn’t try to get people to like her. Irish Morgan is who she is, and that is all she is. Irish Morgan has had her heart broken and loved blindly. She dates guys who are bad for her and guys who are good for her. She’s learned to pay for her own meal and to not expect to be called back. Irish Morgan loves the freedom of being single and dating around.
Irish Morgan travels. She will save her paychecks for the next adventure and come home broke as crap but planning the next trip. Irish Morgan feels a calling from the rest of the world. She needs to explore. It isn’t so much a want to see the world as it is a necessity. Her life revolves around when the next trip will be. Irish Morgan travels solo, with guys, with friends, with family, cheaply, and luxuriously. Irish Morgan travels because that is the source of her greatest happiness.
Irish Morgan is in Ireland. She is there wandering the streets of Dublin watching the people go about their business. She’s drinking pints with her South African friend catching up on the latest gossip from the office. Irish Morgan is dancing in the kitchen while her flatmates try to cook or do laundry. Irish Morgan loves her life and is thankful for the opportunity to live in such a magical place.
I miss Irish Morgan.
I wish I were more like her.