I was born in Dublin, and my parents moved with my sister and I from Ireland to England when I was 4 years old. I remember Dublin well, the times living there as well as the journeys back there every year since to see my family. I’m lucky to have a lot of cousins – in true Irish style – so lots of reasons to go back and visit!
Now I’m moving to Boston, taking the route of the thousands of Irish who fled to Boston during the Great Famine in the 1840′s. It’s exciting to think that I am following in the footsteps of so many of my ancestors, albeit under much more optimistic conditions. I’ve already been told about not-so-distant relatives on my mum’s and dad’s sides of the family who made that long journey to Boston on the boat. I wonder what they would make of my British Airways flight? I’ll bear them in mind when I’m tempted to grumble about the lack of leg room or the crappy food in economy class.
I will be making an effort to contact my fellow Irish Bostonians, a strong and vibrant community of people who have earned their place in the city. I have a feeling that I will be more in touch with my Irish roots all the way over in America than I am day-to-day living in England – looking forward to it!