{"id":538827,"date":"2026-07-08T07:32:11","date_gmt":"2026-07-08T07:32:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ie\/538827\/"},"modified":"2026-07-08T07:32:11","modified_gmt":"2026-07-08T07:32:11","slug":"emigration-changes-you-the-pint-tastes-different-the-people-look-older-the-irish-times","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ie\/538827\/","title":{"rendered":"Emigration changes you. The pint tastes different, the people look older \u2013 The Irish Times"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">Resettling is a taboo subject for the returning <a href=\"https:\/\/www.irishtimes.com\/tags\/emigration\/\" target=\"_self\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\" title=\"https:\/\/www.irishtimes.com\/tags\/emigration\/\">emigrant<\/a>. I came back from Australia to <a href=\"https:\/\/www.irishtimes.com\/tags\/london\/3\/\" target=\"_self\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\" title=\"https:\/\/www.irishtimes.com\/tags\/london\/3\/\">London<\/a> less than three months ago. London isn\u2019t Dublin, certainly. It\u2019s not the same as moving home. <\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">It is closer to home than Australia, though. It\u2019s a return to a city in which I spent six overwhelmingly busy years. Here, I got married, made friends, changed career and settled down, or so I thought. <\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">Then Australia suddenly beckoned. It was the sort of opportunity you get once if you\u2019re very lucky. The chance to move fell into my life, unplanned and unbidden. When an unexpected route opens before you and you\u2019re in a position to follow, it brings an impossibly exciting sense of adventure. If you can go, you go. I went.<\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">What followed was a transformative experience that lasted almost three years \u2013 a life so different it revealed another version of myself, or several. When I was a teenager in Limerick and the economy imploded in the early 2000s, young Irish people dreamed of leaving to live elsewhere, as they have before and since. <\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">A generation of youth that feels set up to thrive at home is an exception. \u201cWherever you go, there you are,\u201d my grandmother would say, a little smugly about my friends who, desperate for a reliable job, left for London or the US or Australia, as though she\u2019d seen the world and journeyed to the very precipice of self-discovery. Apart from a stint in London, I don\u2019t think my grandmother had travelled farther than Galway. <\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">In a way, she was right. The raw materials you are equipped with when trying to manage change \u2013 to adapt to another culture, another climate and another way of life \u2013 are the very raw materials you brought with you from home. You have no others. Yet she was wrong too. <\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">To go as far from your place of origin as a person can, plant your feet on red alien soil and make a new life is to discover your own plasticity. It\u2019s to run into the unknown and trust yourself to figure it out; to be shocked and unsettled by how many parts of yourself are not, as you once presumed, fixed, but a complex response to your environment, your community and the culture you find yourself in. It\u2019s to go somewhere new and discover over time that you don\u2019t necessarily know yourself as well as you thought. You have to remake yourself in order to become someone who can live this new life in this new place \u2013 circumstance simply demands that of you.<\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">In Limerick, where the sky is so often the thick, furred grey of a lumpy woollen jumper, I always found it hard to emerge from sleep in the mornings. My body would resist wakefulness, and getting up felt like something I had to work myself up to like diving off a dock into icy water, especially in the winter. <\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">In the Australian capital, the vast blue above opened and draped itself over the endless landscape each morning. The prehistoric symphony of utterly startling birdsong beckoned you out of your sleep and you would sit up in bed at six, ready to emerge into another yellow day. We are not fixed entities, but different in different contexts. Each context changes us further, giving us a broadened view of what sort of life might be possible for us \u2013 of our capacity to live different lives.<\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">Then there is the return. You go home, or at least back to wherever you used to live, and are confronted by the ghost of the self who left years before. Familiarity and habit can lull you into repeating patterns that no longer make sense, visiting places your body knows but doesn\u2019t any longer feel at ease in. Eating foods it remembers but noting that they register differently, as though placed on a stranger\u2019s tongue. What can follow is dissonance. <\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">This displacement of return is often left unexplored. It can look too much like regret or ingratitude to bear speaking aloud. The people who remained at home are cocooned inside the familiarity of routine, their sense of place unchallenged and their relationship to home more similar to that of everyone around them. <\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">You fear their judgment or their intolerance, because how could you feel unsettled and wrong in a place where you lived comfortably for years? How could you need to find new ways to think about and understand your own beloved home? How could an identity you passively wore for so long pinch like it shrank in the wash?<\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">Home is a place, certainly, but it\u2019s also people. It can even be a particular time, or some mysterious confluence of all three \u2013 a complex feeling that lives in memory and is tied to a particular version of oneself. If you go back where you came from to find the people gone, the landscape changed or the former version of yourself unreachable, your return can feel like loss as well as gain. A grief for the version of you who left in the first place, and the long task of reintegrating without becoming unrecognisable to yourself.<\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph b-it-article-body__interstitial-link\">[\u00a0<a aria-label=\"Open related story\" class=\"c-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.irishtimes.com\/life-style\/people\/2026\/04\/14\/from-the-wettest-place-on-earth-to-limerick-i-had-to-learn-to-say-sorry-when-im-not-sorry\/\" rel=\"noreferrer nofollow noopener\" target=\"_blank\">From \u2018the wettest place on Earth\u2019 to Limerick: \u2018I had to learn to say sorry when I\u2019m not sorry\u2019Opens in new window<\/a>\u00a0]<\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">Emigration changes you, as it must, but this isn\u2019t good pub chat when you meet up with old friends and they ask how it\u2019s going and you reply, time and again: \u201cGrand, sure. You know.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=\"c-paragraph paywall \">It\u2019s a confusion too tumultuous to communicate and, for many, too confronting to hear. The pint tastes different, the people look older, the weather feels foreign against your skin. Everything looks familiar but uncannily changed, and you stand amid all of it muttering: \u201cGrand, sure. You know.\u201d So you rebuild, just as you did before. The return is not a reinstatement but a remaking \u2013 a new life in a familiar place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Resettling is a taboo subject for the returning emigrant. 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