Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Moving On

I wrote a poem called "Moving On" a while back, it was about that feeling of excitement and ill at ease-ness that comes with major changes, and was actually based on leaving the place where I spent my college years for the big bad world - I think I posted it as a bus poem, but can't see it anywhere now, but anyhow.
Like the littlest hobo, I'm on the road again, not yet exactly, but it's imminent, my departure from Dubland and alot of the lovely things that I have grown to enjoy here. I'm currently having the strange (and slightly ghostly) experience of watching myself be replaced in three different areas.

One is at the place where I've merrily stirred the gravy for a bit of dough for the last two years. It's a small family business, with a small but very friendly work force, some of whom I'll miss a terrible lot, if only for their crazy Dubland ways. People in suits and nice hair cuts are streaming in every day looking for the coveted place at my desk and bench and my soon to be former bosses are agonising over who they can get who'll turn out to be slightly more useful to them than I was.
Second Place is on the radio. I'm handing over the Sunday Scrapbook Earphones to a local hero and excellent entertainer called Eamonn Lynskey, who's just won a residence at the Heinrich Boll cottage, blogs over here and is going to take the show and shape it into something great. I've had such a ball doing it and meeting all those great writers, and I look forward to tuning in for his version. But first there'll be another one or two little offerings from my good self.
And the Final area is as facilitator for the Honey Fungus Group - aka Lucan Teen Writers. I've been enjoying their company, and getting truly inspired by their work for the past few years, and I know they'll continue to go from strength to strength. They took about two seconds to think of someone they'd like to get to replace me, (almost seeming indecently eager about it), and for the last couple of sessions we've had the company of a young, talented history and classics teacher who should see them safely continuing their journeys in writing for the next good while. As I was saying to them, it'll be great to have someone handy who actually knows stuff about stuff.

So like Mary Poppins, we'll be off when the wind changes - myself, Mr VC, the dog, the gold fishes, the potted plant...
But where to? and what else will I miss about Dubland? what other adventures await?

Well, that's another story and shall be told at another time

17 comments:

Totalfeckineejit said...

You won the lottery didn't you?

Peter Goulding said...

Oh sad woebegotten day

Titus said...

Penpont? Are you coming to Penpont? Yippee! Our dogs can bite each other!
If you are leaving the entire continent, however, I will be very sad.

Niamh B said...

TFE, if I'd won the lottery I would've had to have entered it first. Same reason I haven't won the Man Booker either... yet.
Peter - love the poem, the going away speech in work has a helluva lot to live up to.
Titus - I WISH! Some day I'll get to Penpont, and see village Fetes and mysterious artworks, but no - I'm not leaving the continent, nor even the country...

Emerging Writer said...

you can run, but you can't hide...plus you can blog even from down there

120 Socks said...

Firstly, those 'suits' with good haircuts are just for the average bear, and are not unique and wonderful like you Various Cushions!
The airwaves will miss you, so I say thank god for the archives! And as for those lovely teens, that particular species, namely 'non-adults' are by nature selfish in order, that they can ensure their survival to that wonder of wonder, adulthood!!!
As Emerging Writer so rightly put it, you can run but you can't hide, unlike your old bosses, the radio and the youngsters, your followers will do what they are supposed to do, and very simply follow!!!

Kat Mortensen said...

I'm sure they'll all be missing you. How could they not?
Give us a hint where you're off to. Not Canada, is it? You're welcome anytime.
I'm opening the house to anyone who wants to come. We've got a lovely basement room (you can see it on Facebook). It's a bit snowy in there at the minute, but I'm sure it will be all nice and cozy for when you get here.

Love,
Kat

Domestic Oub said...

It's all too much for me... sniffle, sniffle.

Niamh B said...

Emerging, I hear they have the web alright, but only on Tuesdays and Thursdays! (ah no, I'll find a way alright, altho it'll probably slightly reduce the quantity of posts)
Thanks Socks - I look forward to keeping all of you in my virtual company at least for a long time yet!
If only Kat!! I've been to Canada once, but if I ever make it again it would be great to catch up, sadly amn't going to get that far this time.
Oub - twas you that kept telling me to get outta Dublin, this place ain't big enough for the both of us etc etc, was it not? lol - ye haven't seen the last of me, not by a long shot. Bwa hahahah

Totalfeckineejit said...

You're not leaving the continent? So you're still in continent?

WOMEN RULE WRITER said...

Best of luck with the move, Niamh. Big changes. Nuala x

niamh said...

Thats a real cliffhanger! Where are you off to? Oz? Leitrim? :)
Hope you have a smooth move!

Niamh B said...

TFE, yes, am also still incompetent too if you must get personal.
Thanks Nuala, it's going to be an interesting year - that's for sure!
Thanks Niamh, gonna leave ye in suspense a little longer but to answer your guesses, No and No.

Uiscebot said...

Best of luck to you and the Donal and the dog!

We shared some cool experiences together - fanks

Niamh B said...

Cheers Uisce, no doubt we'll cross paths again - good luck in all of your 2011 adventures!

Karen said...

As long as you don't leave blogland...

Niamh B said...

Karen, very few places exist that are outside of Blogland, so I definitely won't be gone, though my presence may be slightly reduced.