Carnival
The 11th Carnival of Feminists is up at Angry for a Reason. Go check it out.
I thought that it was kind of nice that one of the themes of this carnival is International Feminism given that today's date also marks the seven year anniversary of my departure from Ireland. It seems at once both a much longer and a much shorter time than that, if that makes any sense at all. I remember sitting at the airport in Dublin, crying into a cup of coffee and, almost twenty-four hours later, sitting on the floor of my friend's Sydney apartment (which I would share for eighteen months with a varying configurations of Irish adventure-seekers) crying again into the telephone as my mother reassured me that I had done the right thing, that living overseas would be a wonderful experience. Of course, at that point she thought I would stay away for only one or maybe two years.
Every year since I've taken time on March 22nd to be thankful for the experiences I've had and people I've met since that first plunge into the unknown. Last night I picked up my bedside copy of Julius Caesar and read the part just after the conspirators kill Caesar, where Mark Antony is speaking next to Caesar's dead body, but before he makes his famous 'Friends Romans Countrymen' speech to the masses. There are so many lines in this play that I love and discover again and again with each reading but the one that caught me last night was 'O world, thou wast the forest to this hart.' I thought that was a beautiful line, a great way to describe the historical figure who most fascinates me, and a great compliment, full stop. And I want to write more about it now, about world citizenship and adventure (both physical and virtual journeys) but I have to go into the Uni to meet with one of the members of faculty who I will (hopefully) get to know much better over the coming four years. And see my friend L-win who is about to set off on a very exciting adventure of her own.
I thought that it was kind of nice that one of the themes of this carnival is International Feminism given that today's date also marks the seven year anniversary of my departure from Ireland. It seems at once both a much longer and a much shorter time than that, if that makes any sense at all. I remember sitting at the airport in Dublin, crying into a cup of coffee and, almost twenty-four hours later, sitting on the floor of my friend's Sydney apartment (which I would share for eighteen months with a varying configurations of Irish adventure-seekers) crying again into the telephone as my mother reassured me that I had done the right thing, that living overseas would be a wonderful experience. Of course, at that point she thought I would stay away for only one or maybe two years.
Every year since I've taken time on March 22nd to be thankful for the experiences I've had and people I've met since that first plunge into the unknown. Last night I picked up my bedside copy of Julius Caesar and read the part just after the conspirators kill Caesar, where Mark Antony is speaking next to Caesar's dead body, but before he makes his famous 'Friends Romans Countrymen' speech to the masses. There are so many lines in this play that I love and discover again and again with each reading but the one that caught me last night was 'O world, thou wast the forest to this hart.' I thought that was a beautiful line, a great way to describe the historical figure who most fascinates me, and a great compliment, full stop. And I want to write more about it now, about world citizenship and adventure (both physical and virtual journeys) but I have to go into the Uni to meet with one of the members of faculty who I will (hopefully) get to know much better over the coming four years. And see my friend L-win who is about to set off on a very exciting adventure of her own.
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