Thursday, 12 September 2013
Just like an episode of The Hills, we span over Dublin City at night, lit up by street and car lights, shots of well-known locations , monuments, tourist points. Natasha Beddingfield's ‘Unwritten’ provides the intro theme and then you hear previously on….
If I was narrating my life sans Lauren Conrad and explaining to my viewers, what had been happened in the last season, it would go something like this.
‘After breaking my shoulder, I returned to Dublin to be with my family, but that wasn't without its ups and downs. Tanya had gotten married to her long time fiancé Alan and I had started work with two of my closest friends. The summer had been fun but Karl leaving for New Zealand made me question if I belonged here anymore and after almost a year, I was about to make a return to Manchester and my old life…’
This of course would include a montage of my friends and family, cute camera shots of us all looking rich and majestic, dancing in clubs, the VIP area of course and an abundance of designer labels on show. Now we all know, that The Hills, was rather unrealistic reality TV, but that little monologue at the beginning is as real as it gets, for me at least. Some of you might be wondering if this show is a repeat because it all seems so familiar, and that’s because it is. But it feels different for me, it will be the first time I will be going back without financial support, other than my own money.
I am feeling so much more mature and I am ready to enjoy it without taking everything to the limit, living within my means and not to the excess like previous years. I sat down the other day and thought to myself, if I regretted leaving in the first place. I went through the back catalogue of memories of the past 12 months, good and bad. I assessed them, were they worth it? I got to spend Christmas with my family, for the first time in two years, I got to enjoy the build up of my sister’s wedding, I started a job I enjoyed a reasonable level of responsibility and I got to reconnect with two very old friends who I have known for years, and we have spent many drive into work, or wasted a work hour taking about life or writing. I even got to attend Stacey’s wedding, which if I had been away and had I not reconnected with her and her twin sister Wendy, I can’t say I would have made it. But most importantly, I got to spend the last few months with my brother Karl, before he moved to New Zealand for a new life and a new career. Looking back on all this, I can say, I don’t have any regrets about coming back, but it feels like the time is right to head back.