Thank You So Much for Thinking of Me

Dear Adrian

Thank you for your email asking if I'm ever coming back home. I'm pleased to be able to tell you that I've accepted a job in Ireland and I'm on my way back for the rest of the summer. I should be there as soon as tomorrow.

You know, it means a lot to me that there are people like you — real Dubliners — asking for me and referring to Dublin as my 'home'. When I left town back in March it was like the city no longer had a place for me. I felt crazy and lost, unrooted and alone, and it was all I could do to run away to America again... like I do whenever things go a bit wrong.

But this has been a very good time for me. I've spent many evenings pouring my heart out to my closest friends, and they've fed me baked goods and interesting things made out of spinach. I've also poured my heart out to many strangers, actually, and some of them even stopped in the street to listen. I drove it like I stole it on the freeway, I made it through Vegas without losing any money or sleeping with anybody, and I've photographed many rock bands and some babies. (Well, mostly babies to be honest. Apparently 'that is where the money is').

I've also spent some time in Oakland with people less fortunate than I am, and I've realised that just because I don't have a forwarding address right now doesn't mean I can swan off around the world referring to myself as 'homeless'. I am not homeless, Adrian. I am the opposite of homeless. I've been the guest of so many beautiful people in their beautiful houses; I've eaten at the finest roadside diners; and I've slept peacefully in a tent in a northern Californian forest. I've seen Nevada, Reykjavik, and wild, wild Oregon, and I've thrown up my arms on a rooftop in Brooklyn and I have taken Manhattan.

Oh, and I also hired a hitman to shoot dead the worst side of my personality in the Arizona desert — but that's another story.

So as you can see, Adrian, I'm not crazy anymore. I'm just a little bit older, a little bit wiser, and I just want to come back home and get some work done for a while.

Thank you, so much, for thinking of me.

Annie

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Er, yeah, that's grand Annie, I just needed your credit card details so we can charge you for the extra month you were away.

thanks

Adrian Jones, Manager

Storage World