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Dublin is pretty in the Spring

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Spring, in Dublin. 2025


Dublin is pretty all year round. But for now, here’s a few views from spring, 2025.

In full candor – this MBA was kicking my butt. Term 2 kicked off pretty well, but quickly became a bit overwhelming… constant groupwork, near-infinite readings, and constantly conflicting schedules and overwhelming deliverables took their toll.

I wasn’t able to get out of town at all, in the spring, and my time in the gym dropped down to a quick workout once a week, at best. Now, I did get my daily bike rides to and from campus… but that can only keep energy going for so long. Climbing? Nope, the trip there and back was too much – I legitimately didn’t get a single day of climbing in between February and… well, July or August.

But!

I had my phone on me, and was able to carve out a few seconds here and there to appreciate the beauty of this city that I now live in. Europe is great, even when I’m overwhelmed and busy, and it helped to remember that by snapping a few quick shots as life flew by.



One neat set that I’ll keep separate from the others: These were a series of placards on a nearby building, telling stories from some of the residents. Very neat, and nice to include in a neighborhood quickly gentrifying.

The EPIC museum – Irish emigration

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Sunday, 12-Jan-2025

As the New Year kicks off, it felt rather right to start off with a glimpse back into the past.

Andrea and I had both been meaning to visit the Irish Emigration museum, a spot very demurely named EPIC, for a while… so now felt like a perfect time to take an afternoon and walk through some of Ireland’s history.

I can happily report that it’s a very worthwhile museum – There wasn’t too much that I hadn’t known before, but there were lots of little connections that it helped me make, and a whole host of good stories and personalization that helped make the story a bit more real, if that makes sense. I felt it was similar to the Nordic Museum that I saw in Stockholm, where the style of explaining history through the voice of those who actually lived it worked wonders for my understanding of life back in the further reaches of Nordic history.

We walked, we learned, and we appreciated the excellent curation and design of the museum. Light-up books, a passport full of stamps, everything was well done and synchronous. It flowed, and I definitely look forward to going back with friends and family as they visit.

A foggy Dublin evening

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Sunday, 12-Jan-2025


Walking home after a shindig with friends, the Dublin fog rolled in.

I mean, serious fog. We’re not talking some cutesy fog. We’re talking thick, slightly stinky, impenetrable pea soup fog. We’re talking the type of fog where monsters live, and where portals to the feywilds open up in dark alleys and doors that don’t exist during the day.

This was FOG. And no, this photo isn’t edited or blurry. This was what we saw from the 7th floor.


We made it back to the apartment, safe and sound and without having to bargain with any ethereal creatures to keep hold of our souls. Andrea and I poured ourselves glasses of whiskey, and watched as the world unfolded and escaped from the tendrils of fog below.

I don’t mind living in Dublin. I really don’t mind it one bit.