Ballsbridge Dublin
Ballsbridge in Ireland is known as the embassy district so I suppose that makes it quite upmarket. So much so that I am not upmarket enough to rent here for much longer. My landlord has warned me that he thinks my rent is far too low, so come Jan it looks like I’ll be moving again - and this place is nice, even though it is a bit old and cracked. The windows don’t close completely - so the heating bills are way higher than average, but I walk out side and it is quiet, Herbert Park is just round the corner, and I walk into the city and it takes twenty minutes.
However that is Jan, not today.
Today I am going a bit stir crazy, I hurt my back again and have not been able to do much - not doing much kinda drives me crazy, I am not very good at watching day time tv - my brain is not that dead. Yet.
So I have been going through all the old stuff that I seem to cart about from one place to the next and one country to the next. I came across a shoe book filled with old photos, ex-girlfriends and many old places where I have been and lived. I have thousands of photos. So what does one do with old photos? Throw them out? I never look at these ones. And the question that goes through my head - will I regret throwing them out one they are gone? And by holding on to photos am I holding on to other things in my mind? Any therapist out there?
Photos that I would like to have I don’t. I have so few photos of me when I was younger, one or two before the age of ten and one between the age of ten and 25. There are some out there.
But enough mussing, back to the clear out. have a good weekend.
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