Paths Are So Much Clearer When People

I Love It Here In Boston And I Love Studying Medicine. But It’s Not Home. Dublin Is Home. Being Back With You Felt Like Home. I Miss My Best Friend. I’ve Met Some Great Guys Here, But I Didn’t Grow Up With Any Of Them Playing Cops And Robbers In My Back Garden. I Don’t Feel Like They Are Real Friends. I Haven’t Kicked Them In The Shins, Stayed Up All Night On Santa Watch With Them, Hung From Trees Pretending To Be Monkeys, Played Hotel, Or Laughed My Heart Out As Their Stomachs Were Pumped. It’s Kind Of Hard To Beat That.

They Say A Story Loses Something With Each Telling.

Perhaps I’ve Been Rushing My Whole Entire Life, Jumping Into Things Headfirst Without Thinking Them Through. Running Through The Days Without Noticing The Minutes.

It's Not About Finding Mr Right, Or That Sort Of Conventional Ending, But I Do Want My Characters To Have Hope - And That's What I Do With All My Stories.

Every Single Ordinary Person Has An Extraordinary Story.