Written on 25/12/09 at c.13.00

We’re driving along, currently between Killarney and Farranfore. My dad has his left arm in a sling, and is driving the car with the other hand. I had a major crying jag earlier when we were about 10 minutes down the road because I thought I was going to die. Not that there’s still no chance of that happening. Still plenty of road to go and the like…

My aunt left half an hour before us in her front-wheel drive and we’ve just caught up to her in my dad’s automatic Merc. I wanted to turn around earlier so , so much. I  was terrified that we were going to crash. Our driveway was seriously bad and my dad thought we wouldn’t even make it out the gate. Then we had to go down to the neighbours so I slowly made it up the driveway with the biscuits and booze while my brother just went sliding down. Two wet feet later I was back in the car for another slide up the road. Then we got to the bypass and the tears came flowing forward.

I told my parents I just wanted to turn around, and could we not just go home. I saw absolutely no point whatsoever in risking our lives on treachorous roads so that we could spend Christmas in boggerland.

To be quite honest I thought it was horribly selfish of my mother to insist we went on just so she could spend Christmas with her family. I nearly told them everything then. Because when you think about it, they know nothing about my life, or who I am. I am 17 years old and I have my whole life ahead of me and felt I shouldn’t have to throw it all away so I could celebrate some commercialised holiday with people I rarely see. But we kept going.

Then we met an ambulance coming towards us and that set me off again. My mum’s friend’s fiancé was killed along that very stretch of road so I kinda didn’t feel like tempting fate.

We’re listening to Adrian Crowley’s album that Albert picked out and my friends bought for me in Plugd for the ol’ birthday. The mother loves it. She’s telling me to bring it into the kitchen an’all. That’s a huge compliment. Must tell Albert. I hope they’ll like their Bon Iver CD I got them for Christmas…

This blog post is very, very all over the place and I don’t really know what I set out to write about, or what you’ve even gotten from it. It’s a tad difficult to type as I’m turned sideways to hide the screen rom the brother, and said brother won’t shut up, and there’s also the never-ending terror that we’re going to slide right off the road.

Just passed a sign for Listowel. Jim’s probably down there for Christmas. It’s nice how some things change and others stay the same over the course of a year.

Nollaig shona daoibh go léir. Hope it’s a good one, and here’s to a successful blog next year, along with a hopefully amazing 2010 in general. Thank you for reading. 🙂

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