I'll be back and I'll be millions
Those of you who know me will know how absolutely catastrophically bad I am at endings. I can't even finish a meal without slumping into depression. And the thought of closing my Buenos Aires chapter, even for a time, makes me too teary to even continue this post, so I'll move swiftly on. In four years I've written a book, learnt a language, had my heart broken for the first time, made some of the best friends I've ever known, climbed the career ladder and fallen in front of a taxi, loved, lost, loved, won, jumped out of an airplane, met the greatest soccer player ever, eaten meat again (don't tell me ma) and left my appendix in a public hospital. But the time came to saddle up again and move my lack-of-an-ass back across the Atlantic once more. So for the time being, I've left my home in Argentina and with it all that was the Buenos Aires Experience. Those of you who bravely persist in following my inane ramblings will find that, true to form, they continue elsewhere. I can be found at fionadublin.blogspot.com. It's green. Like the country. And I'm blue to be leaving. But I'll be back, amigos, so get some rest if you can and if you can't bear it, follow me over to Dublin. I'd love to have youse.