Ah home sweet home

Muggy air instead of a sea breeze worsening my asthma, and quietly crying in the back of the cab from the airport because I realise that those small towns in Ireland are the final places of my childhood where family still live or visit. That small town is that last True Home for me and I miss it already. Though we've all already been offered multiple places to stay if - No when - we visit again (my sister was also randomly offered a place to stay in Glasgow by a highly entoxicated (and absolutely beautiful) friend of the groom's who we have never met before 😂)