The Man I Met in Dublin
<p>I met an eighty-year-old man, in a hostel in Dublin, that would change my life forever.</p>
<p>Backstory, I did something crazy. I flew to Dublin alone, on Christmas eve. Security harassed me. Why would someone want to come here alone on Christmas? I did okay.</p>
<p>I had spent the previous two weeks exploring London and Scotland with friends. I had started the journey feeling exceptionally depressed. For no good reason whatsoever. I wish I had some justifiable reason, but I don’t. I didn’t. I never really do. I just get like that sometimes.</p>
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