A suburban holiday
I now think of my native country the way many of my countrymen think of Ireland, as a holiday destination, indulgent and surreal, except instead of a rollercoaster my daughter and I scream happily and hold on to the car as we drive around a highway cloverleaf, and instead of a castle I can take her to a Barnes and Noble the same size. But then, as much as we enjoy seeing friends and family again, I’m reminded why we’re raising our daughter somewhere else.
