Last post in regard to Irish citizenship for the mo’, I double plus promise.
(Also, I started a post about the dog park but somehow I ended up writing about adult strangers visiting kids parks and I’ve had a couple of glasses of wine, so I decided that post should probably wait.)
Straight up, cause I can.
I know, that’s fuckin’ lame. Or fucking lame, if you’re not a g dropper.
If I want to move to an EU country and work there, I will be able to. Do I want to do that? No, because moving the dogs would be terrible and I love them more than I love the idea of living somewhere else. If I want to travel without being identified as an American, I can. Do I want to? Well, every time I open my mouth ‘I am American’ is the subtext, so that’s actually a lie. I can’t travel as anything but what I am.
No good reason.
Still damn cool.