I miss being wet.

Today I miss being wet. I blame this on the rain, which always reminds me of Ireland. It's making me think of the day Colleen talked me into walking across town to check out a B&B and then getting caught in a colossal rainstorm. It was so bad that my umbrella was getting turned inside out and we had to find refuge in a cafe before we could complete the trip. Luckily this cafe had excellent berry crumble that kept us happily distracted. It reminds me of long afternoons spent trapped in the apartment, kept hostage by the solid wall of water streaming down our windows. I credit these long afternoons with giving me a true appreciation of Scrubs and Gilmore Girls. It's making me think of all the things from daily life in Ireland that I never thought I'd miss, like wet jeans and dripping umbrellas and ruined hair; sopping flats, permanently damp tennis shoes, and socks dried to a crisp on the heater. And these not so good things make me miss the great things, like flatmates and red hair and hot tea and fast, gray rivers.