I grew up in a small town in Ireland and when I was 17 I moved to my nearest city, Dublin. Being of that age I saw everything as big, new, exciting and amazing but for me feelings like that about one particular thing have an expiration, and so it did, I moved on quickly and found myself living in London and guess what I got over that as well. It’s funny to think a boy from a small town in Ireland would, after a few weeks living in London consider it small and almost boring. I guess you can’t always rely on your dreams and so at that time I took a moment out to think what If I made decisions based on things I never wanted. Not the things I imagined to be so great, because there was pattern here. Everything I apparently wanted wasn’t working out so well. Sometimes we must take a realist approach, Keep your dreams with you but consider everything. I admit, I’m scared.