I met an eighty-year-old man, in a hostel in Dublin, that would change my life forever.
Backstory, I did something crazy. I flew to Dublin alone, on Christmas eve. Security harassed me. Why would someone want to come here alone on Christmas? I did okay.
I had spent the previous two weeks exploring London and Scotland with friends. I had started the journey feeling exceptionally depressed. For no good reason whatsoever. I wish I had some justifiable reason, but I don’t. I didn’t. I never really do. I just get like that sometimes.