Building Blocks.

The Tantalising Tales of Turbulent Times....
What a title :] I'm sure that consitutes as a superiority complex.

I've recently moved house, from North Wales to Northern Ireland, and I'm finding it quite odd.
For instance, in Wales, you can call someone Welsh. In Northern Ireland, you can't call anybody Irish, unless you want a smack in the mouth, and a lecture on the North/South divide -.-;

Also, people swear a lot here. Very loudly, so I've found.
Now, although quite often one for profanity myself, I've found the copious amounts of cursing rather hard to deal with, as usually, in Wales, a curse-word is a bad thing.
Here, you could be talking about anything, to anyone, anywhere etc(you get the idea), and swear like a trooper. And not a soul would bat an eyelid.
Except me, of course. My eyelids would be batting more than the England cricket team.

I miss home a lot, sometimes.
My husband-to-be [refered to as MadMonk] and I moved to NI thinking that it's closer to his family, there are more jobs here, and Ireland is always beautiful.
At least we got the first bit right!

I miss living next to the beach terribly. No more midnight jaunts to the seaside, or aimlessly kicking stones along the promenade.... No more fish and chips with a beer and an ice-cream looking at the water.... No more cleaning the salt off the lens of your glasses, even!

I dream sometimes, of a beautiful place I know. It has it's own name, but I will call it my Little Eden. If it's owner ever reads my blog, they will know where I mean.
Little Eden is a place that really strikes me as the most beautiful place I'll miss.

Living here isn't so bad, though. Really. :]

Thanks for reading. x