The Mission

In the "rare oulde times," as the Irish say, people interacted simply.  There were no cell phones to text, facebooks to write, or emails to send; there was the coffee shop, the post office, or more often the neighborhood bar.  As someone who could watch humans connect with one another every day and as a writer who is ever-infatuated with another's story, I have created a mission for myself.  In less than one week, I will plunge into an adventure unknown to the average mid-western girl: spending a semester abroad in Ireland.  My mission: to meet a new face every day.  I want to be able to write something about them and their character, whether it be that I spoke to them for hours or merely two minutes.  It's time to go back to my roots, to the neighborhood bar, and delve into stories from the prospective of the center stool.