07-28-2021, 12:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-28-2021, 01:10 AM by Lorna Geileis.)
How could her life had turned out like this? Her family had moved from Ireland to England for a better life, but then that hadn't work. Both parents were now dead and her siblings have returned to Ireland, which was not something that she was ready to do. How could she do it? They had their families; husbands, wives, and children... There was no place for her there. She was happy for them, she was even ecstatic that they had found the 'one', however, there was a part of her that felt abandoned. She was still searching for 'her place'.
Her leaving England had to be a start, there was nothing there for her. There was tension between the Irish and the English, she was happy to leave it behind so there she was. She had managed to save up enough to keep a roof over her head for a short period of time. She had started searching for work. A few of the pubs and the restaurants seemed interested in her and a few people wanted her for house cleaning, cooking, etc. Llorna was hopeful. She had some good history; she cleaned, she cooked... She had done it all. She wanted to be independent... She wanted to make a chance for herself.
After having run around a few times about the town, she would soon find herself seated easily in the sand, her shoes removed and sitting beside her. She loved the ocean, she always had. Breathing in deeply, she welcomes the scent of the salt water... The fresh air hitting her lungs caused her to smile. Ironically, no matter how abandoned she felt, she felt free and that was a sensational feeling. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she folds her arms against her knees before letting her hands come up to undo her long red hair. Running her fingers through the curly mane, she lets it fall down her back before resting her chin against her knees.
It was peaceful for the time being. Lorna could not help but think of her parents. They enjoyed walking with them on the shore when in Ireland. She remembered looking for seashells and digging her tiny toes into the sand as she laughed. Closing her eyes, a simple and easy sigh escapes her... She knew somehow that she would make it, whether it be here or somewhere else was pending.
Her leaving England had to be a start, there was nothing there for her. There was tension between the Irish and the English, she was happy to leave it behind so there she was. She had managed to save up enough to keep a roof over her head for a short period of time. She had started searching for work. A few of the pubs and the restaurants seemed interested in her and a few people wanted her for house cleaning, cooking, etc. Llorna was hopeful. She had some good history; she cleaned, she cooked... She had done it all. She wanted to be independent... She wanted to make a chance for herself.
After having run around a few times about the town, she would soon find herself seated easily in the sand, her shoes removed and sitting beside her. She loved the ocean, she always had. Breathing in deeply, she welcomes the scent of the salt water... The fresh air hitting her lungs caused her to smile. Ironically, no matter how abandoned she felt, she felt free and that was a sensational feeling. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she folds her arms against her knees before letting her hands come up to undo her long red hair. Running her fingers through the curly mane, she lets it fall down her back before resting her chin against her knees.
It was peaceful for the time being. Lorna could not help but think of her parents. They enjoyed walking with them on the shore when in Ireland. She remembered looking for seashells and digging her tiny toes into the sand as she laughed. Closing her eyes, a simple and easy sigh escapes her... She knew somehow that she would make it, whether it be here or somewhere else was pending.
