When we left Dungloe last year, I was glad to be leaving the damp, moldy apartment without having fallen through the bathroom floor, but I was still sad to be leaving. Before things started going haywire in the apartment, I loved it. I never stopped loving Dungloe. If there had been a different place available there, I would have moved there instead of here, but here was what was available. It was weird going back to Dungloe on a regular basis--it's the first time we've moved somewhere and still had the old place as part of our everyday life. There were days when we walked around there and I felt sad about not living there anymore. Then summer came.
Even before we left, some people had set up a food truck down by the pier. They had a generator running and it was so loud. I remembered the lovely mornings I'd walked around the corner with my tea to sit on the pier and listen to the birds, sheep, lapping water, and the wind. No more of that--now it's just the noise of the generator. I felt like something precious had been lost.
The last few times we were there, I found myself surprised by how crazy it was, particularly on Main St--cars parked everywhere, people dashing across the street, traffic, noise. As I was sitting on the bus, it dawned on me--I had no idea what it was like in town during normal times. For almost the entire time we lived there we were either in lockdown or there were still some restrictions. We never spent a non-Covid summer there and I discovered it isn't really appealing. It was an excellent place for us to be in lockdowns, but I wouldn't have loved it quite so much if I'd been there before the pandemic or if I was there now. I still like several aspects of Dungloe, but I realized that if we still lived in the place we moved from last year, I would have found it quite difficult in some ways. Live and learn.
Update on yesterday's post: Mr Strimmer left shortly after I posted so I was able to listen to some music, podcasts, and videos after all. Most of the yard is still full of tall weeds, with just a strip along the lane cut. When he will be back to tackle the rest of it, I don't know. It's a holiday weekend here and as is typical for holiday Mondays, tomorrow has rain in the forecast. He didn't start until 8-ish last night, so he could be back tonight, too.