I lived in Kilkenny Ireland for most of the first decade of the 21st century.
I arrived on September 11 2001, a Tuesday. On Thursday I was working. That evening I went with a couple of co-workers to Sid Harkin's pub where I met some people who would become friends.
In the summer of 2003, having spent most of my time within the city limits, I had the urge to get out of town for a few days, and on a wandering trip via Bus Eireann I ended up on the Dingle Peninsula, and Dingle town, where I met a Dutch girl. She came back with me to Kilkenny for a week or so, and in August I went to Nijmegen gto be with her. I stayed in Nijmegen until January of 2005, when I returned to Kilkenny.
In the summer of 2009 I wanted to go to Cork. I'd been there to visit a couple of times, and felt good there. My friends were in Kilkenny, but I didn't enjoy the town itself much. I'd been taking a bit of harrassment from some of the kids there and from the landlord and so I decided that when I returned from my vacation in Romania that I'd take a backpack and go.
I lived in Cork for a year. While there, I got a job at the Natural Foods Bakery, signing off the dole a big mistake, my Irish friends later told me. When the bakery closed in June I couldn't sign back on the dole, and my Kilkenny friends urged me to return there. In August I did.
After some bureaucratic technicalities I signed back on the dole and then later, while applying for rent allowance, lost the dole again. In this case, in April of 2011, I lost the dole forever. The authorities were now saying that I was not entitled to work, or to be in the country.
It was time to go.
In May I flew home to the United States.