So here I am, back in Ireland. First time in 4 years or so. Things really do change in time. I've met my new cousin and those other cousins which lived abroad last time I was over. But to my disliking I've managed to grow apart from the rest of the lads. To me they don't seem to have changed at all. It's a pity really, would have liked to meet someone more my age. But then again I've found that I fit better in with the adults. But the only problem is that they usually speak about thing which I don't really have a say in. Like people and the olden days and that kind of stuff. Not really anything I would know much about. So then there is another problem. But the discussions we have had have been nice.
The last visitors thought I certainly was a Murphy. Which means I'm more like my mother than my father. But that didn't really surprise me that much either. I've apparently got the most Murphy in me of all the Kongaris. Don't know if that's a good thing or not but let's just take it as a compliment. I asked in what way but she couldn't answer. She said there was just something about me.
A feeling of home in a place where you feel that you're not really home. Now isn't that a strange feeling?
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