Coming to the end of 2014 is a curious phenomenon, for it has been a year of change and upheaval. 2014 followed on from 2013, possibly the most difficult year of my life. In 2014 we finally left behind our croft on the beautiful Isle of Lewis and settled here by the river, in Donegal. For me, this move back to Ireland is almost like coming full circle, for I began another big Journey here, over twenty years ago. At that time, just thirty years old, I knew I had to leave the city-bound corporate existence I had somehow managed to tie myself into over the previous six years, both for my sanity and my health. I was married then to a man twenty years older than I was, who no longer felt it necessary to work or contribute to our living costs; I was solely responsible for a large mortgage in a quiescent property market; and I had no concept of what I might do with the rest of my life. In September of …![]()
