Maybe I do live in Dublin...
As you may suspect, the thought of me living in a foreign country for a year is a bit odd... at best. Today I went to the grocery store, though, partially solidifying myself as NOT a tourist. But that wasn't what really did it for me (after all, I went to the grocery store on day #1).
As I was walking back in a neighborhood right next to a really nice looking country club, an older man ran up to me and stopped me. "Is this Nutley?" in a nice Irish/British accent. Surprisingly, without missing a beat, I said, "No. Well, this is Nutley park. Nutley Lane is the next one over." He scurried off to his car, in which his wife was seated. I felt pretty good about that - I gave somebody directions around Dublin.
As I was walking back in a neighborhood right next to a really nice looking country club, an older man ran up to me and stopped me. "Is this Nutley?" in a nice Irish/British accent. Surprisingly, without missing a beat, I said, "No. Well, this is Nutley park. Nutley Lane is the next one over." He scurried off to his car, in which his wife was seated. I felt pretty good about that - I gave somebody directions around Dublin.
