Without a shadow of a doubt, if I could borrow the magic sled, I would set my course straight for Ireland. I am of Irish ancestry and have always felt a kinship with it. For as long as I can remember, I have often been reduced to tears when I see pictures of it, and an inexplicable longing fills me. It's almost like I 'belong' there if that makes any sense at all.
In fact, years ago, my husband and I were at a Celtic Festival and many people had donated portraits of their Irish ancestors. This man that I had never met before came up to me and inquired about a certain portrait, stating that it looked exactly like me. Mind you, I am a grown woman, and the picture was of a young girl sitting by a cottage hearth. It literally took my breath away, it was so uncanny. If ever I do get to Ireland, I will try to find out more about the girl.