OKAY so I was answering this in bullet points, and giving really thought out answers to all of your questions but then tumblr just decided to go back to my dashboard and just erase everything. So I’m Sorry, I don’t actually feel like rewriting, I don’t remember Everything I said. So you get the quick version.It rains a fuck ton, I moved from Southern California, where it never rains. At first I was really into it like every other californian in the rain. I went from “Oh my gosh, it’s so peaceful, I feel so relaxed and feel like I can find myself,” to “OH MY FUCKING GOD WILL IT EVER STOP.”I do like it here, and I also don’t, the people here get really uncomfortable when they can’t figure out someones gender, so rather than be polite to the person and just not worry about it, they ignore you all together. Which can be really isolating. But it’s an aesthetically pleasing place, once you look get past the smell of manure. The people in my life are really friendly.  Everyone has their ups and downs it’s not like a city where if you say something to some one they’ll tell you to fuck off. They’re just generally polite. And awkward. So that’s good. They’re friendlies when drunk.

I’m not an Irish Citizen, and I don’t know that I ever will be one. So I’m not sure what the entire process is. I’m just a resident, I got married to an Irish girl (Hi EM!) and they let me stay. FUN FACT: Irish immigration get really intense when you tell them you’re not leaving, especially when you’re American. Because they get the chance to be a hard ass, like American immigration. But once I tell them I’m married to an Irish Citizen they drop the hard act and let you in. When I came back from London, this one bitch though I was lying about being a resident, she literally questioned me about the stamp in my passport. She thought I put it there.