We spent the better part of the day going out to Bray to have a look around. It’s very pretty indeed, but I think the commute might be a little long to do on a daily basis. I’m not quite sure why I think this, because my commute from San Francisco to Mountain View was as long on the express train, and longer on the regular train, but then, it was only about 3 minutes walk from the train station to my work, and I was driven to and from the station in Mountain View, whereas getting to and from where my parents live to the station and all is quite a lot more time consuming. So yah. I’ll look in some other closer places, too, and see what we come up with. Or farther out places which are much MUCH cheaper (because if you’re going to have a longish commute, then it seems like paying less money to live is a good deal). Maybe we’ll go out to Newbridge tomorrow. Or Portarlington. Portarlington’s considerably further out, but half the cost. Hm, hm hm hm.
Oh yes, another odd thing is you bring your own grocery bags to the grocery, and if you don’t they make you pay for the bags. How odd. :) Yesterday Mom and I were on our way downtown and went through a veritable gauntlet of construction workers, who had swept down on the guy coming the opposite way carrying happy birthday bags. They actually rifled through his bags and pulled out a lion costume and some other stuff, to the huge amusement of everyone, and then let him go on his way. And the first thing I thought was: man, you would *never* see something like that happen in New York, and as Mom said, “You don’t feel *threatened* here.”
Although Deirdre and I were out … whatever day I got here. Wednesday. And a very very drunk man staggered into Deirdre and bounced off her, and my heartrate went SPIKE and my first thought was “pickpocket!” So when he bounced off me, I had this combination reaction of grabbing his arm and shoving him away, but Deirdre didn’t seem to think she’d been robbed (she hadn’t) and she said, “Wow, he was drunk,” and we all went on our ways, but we were both a bit *pantpantpant* about the whole thing. So while the constructions workers really weren’t threatening, that bit was.
I think I may go luxuriate in a bath for a while now. :)
miles to Mount Doom: 214