Paul Street

Backtracking a bit here. So I was assigned to work in Bantry General Hospital for 2 months, this meant we decided to move out of our amazing city centre apartment that I've lived in forever, well, seems like it! This was my third apartment in Ireland and the first place I felt home.  It was a perfect fit immediately, I loved it. It was extremely central to everything, Tesco's practically on the doorstep, all other shopping within walking distance, McDonald's around the corner, TK Maxx also around the corner, and good old Peg Twomey's just a hop, skip and a jump away. I also had no neighbors, none below or next door or anything. My landlord worked on the first floor and I had the upstairs, so after he went home at 5 pm, there was nothing, I could play music as loud as I wanted, watch TV, jump up and down on the floor, do whatever it didn't matter because I had the place to myself. So I loved it from day 1. Never had a shortage of visitors, anyone in the city centre for a bit of shopping could pop by. We had a few good parties, mischief and mayhem, which may or may not have involved water balloons... Produced a couple great thrillers (ha), see an example here:

When I moved in it was just myself. Then I got married and Andrew moved in and a couple years later, the kid moved in as well...and she loved it too.  But she was getting to the stage where she was exploring all over and climbing stairs and getting into everything.  So while I was still determined to make it work we decided moving to Bantry for 2 months was as good a time as ever to move out.  It was the end of the Paul Street era and I was so emotionally attached to the place.  I know that when I think of Ireland, Paul Street will always be the home I think of.

Avery's favorite pastime, looking over ledge of the loft