Kavfest

For the last few years, the first weekend in July sees Tráfest take over the streets of Tramore. Three days of live music in bars, on the streets on and off official stages. This year however things were different. The festival's main sponsors pulled out a few months ago, and it looked like Tráfest was to be no more. Two local men - a father and son team - took it upon themselves to put something together. So instead of three days, we had one day. Today. Sunshine, music, food, drink, people. There isn't a lot that gets better than that. I caught a few of the bands today, mainly Pugwash and The Pale. Both were good, but The Pale - a band I've liked for years but never had the chance to see live - were fantastic. They were everything I expected and more. The day itself was fun, but once the music stopped I felt kind of like I was intruding. Which sounds peculiar, I know. I've ben away from this town so long I've missed out on gossip, on events and just the regular week to week banter that comes from having a local with local people.

I was fine during the music, cause we were dancing and fooling around. But once the music stopped and people started talking properly.....I missed my boys. I missed Hull and the people I've left behind.

It's a strange thing that. I was talking to my older sister about it all, and though she did the Uni thing, she stayed at home, so kept the same friends and didn't really make life long friends at Uni. I on the other hand, made some of the best friends I am ever going to have. And now I've gone from seeing them on either a daily or weekly basis to not knowing when I'll be in the same country as them again, let alone see them again. Which is a lot harder to handle than I would care to admit. Although, what I will admit - I've cried only once. Been tempted more than that but can't seem to let it happen. I'm sure it will. I just want to go back. I want to be with my boys. {I know, I use the term 'my boys' a lot, just one of those things. I hang out with girls singularly, and boys in a group.} But I miss them. A hell of a lot.

The land of Leprechauns

Well my trip to Hull has been and gone. Graduation was fun, if a little bizarre. I still don't feel any different, I just now have a piece of paper telling me I've got a degree. It's all a bit weird really.

The visit was fun. I got to see people again, and say goodbye again. That bit hurt. More than I expected. I even cried some, a rarity for me. Well no, I'll correct that. It's a rarity that people witness me crying, and three people saw this outburst. It was my final night in Hull and I was saying goodbye to two of my closest friends. One of whom I'm sure I'll see again, but the other - he makes promises but he's hard to keep track of even when we're in the same city, so I'm just hoping that it won't be any harder now we're in different countries.

Back home again now, and it's nice but I'm not liking the unpacking part. Especially since I have no idea what to do next. I have a chance to move back to the UK, but it'd be temporary and in a new place with strangers. Not terribly keen to do that. It has a plus side though, by being in the UK I can go visit people in Hull more regularly. It'd be jumping on a train instead of a flight...but we'll see what happens.

Calling Batman, Come In Batman.

Week two at home is done. And has anything changed? No. Cv's have been sent out, flights have been booked and the rain is falling heavier now than a week ago, but thats kinda it.

Went for a walk with my 4 year old nephew this morning, we went down to the beach. That is actually the most exciting thing I've done with any of my days this week.

I booked flights, back in the UK on the 10th of July. Back in Hull on the 12th. Going to York for a couple of gigs and to see friends. Really looking forward to that, though Lord help me but I can't remember the names of the bands I'm going to see. I'm sure they'll be good.

No, I actually have nothing else to talk about. See you in the next cartoon...

...Commissioner Gordon!