The ocean is roaring, the sun is shining, the windows are partly covered in snow, and I am sitting in my favourite chair, looking over the mighty Atlantic.
There is nothing between here, and Ireland. What brought me here, to the wilds of this rugged beautiful island ? What made me trade the conveniences of Ontario for a quaint fishing village so far from civilization ? The reasons are complex, but as I sit in the chair by the sea, I am beginning to
realize that this was a life enhancing adventure.
Theology of a Newfoundland Housewife 