I have been asked, over and over again, what my connection is to this place – what lines connect me to this laneway (neither blood nor marriage); what threads tie me to the middle of this island (neither biological nor historical). The only thing I know is that there is no other place I am meant to be right now; there is no other place at all. There is only the fact that when I am here it’s like I can hear Ireland’s heart, like I can hear my own, too.
