Bye, Derry!

Something that I never thought I would be doing after 9 years was to leave Derry and return to the United States.

I spent my last night with my Aunt Ann and Uncle Jim as they were driving me up to Belfast Airport.  I remember feeling sad that I started to cry.  Aunt Ann told me not to be crying.  After they left, I sat down drinking some coffee and thinking that I must be crazy to be leaving Ireland because I never really was happy living in the United States.

Thinking back on the day I returned to the United States, leaving Ireland shouldn't had been, but I was feeling lonely and was going to be with a Producer.  Sadly, he never kept his promise after I stopped by New York for 10 days and I wasn't going to risk myself down in Florida without anywhere to go so I continued to stay in New York with the family.  To this day I could still kick myself in the ass for leaving.