By that point the crowd had dwindled to a couple of hundred hard-core election followers who were beginning to realize that this joke would have no punch line. At about four-thirty on Wednesday morning, after the embassy served coffee, muffins and danish, everyone figured that there would be no president announced that day. It's not upsetting, but it is odd. Our relationship with our home can be as vexed as that with our parents. No matter how high the level of affection, there can be equal parts of frustration, anger, disappointment.
All important relationships involve that.
And the United States is my home, even while Ireland now is my chosen home. I wouldn't be so harsh. I just enjoy keeping track of what is going on at home. And I found that not only do these things remind me of who I am, but they help me to interpret myself, even as I go about the business of living this new life I've chosen. Carolyn Farrar is a native New Yorker and baseball fan.