The Yes Woman: The past bombards me on my return to Limerick
Returning home means revisiting adolescence – but why fight it?
Limerick city: ‘Each time I come home, like everyone, I’m placed back in the box I felt so limited by in my teens.’ Photograph: Thinkstock
At this time of year, we are invariably pulled backwards. After the indulgence of Christmas, when our bodies and minds are a little softer and more sprawling than they were before, we become reluctantly more porous, and the past leaks in.
Resist if you dare, but as you wake in the livid gloom of a January morning, don’t be surprised if you remember all the stupid things you’ve said in the past 15 years, and feel bombarded. As your feet leave the bed and are accosted by cold floor, you’ll recall the time you had a bowel malfunction at a friend’s birthday dinner. No one said anything, but everyone knew by your conspicuous absence and blanched pallor. Everyone knew.