Meghan Elward-Duffy
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My name is Meghan Elward-Duffy. I am a logophilic, photo snapping, graduate of Larry David's alma mater who recently ditched the District of Columbia for Dublin, Ireland. In a former life, I worked as a photographer and an intern at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. Now I play the role of Account Manager in a Dublin advertising agency.

Nearly all of my income is spent on books, food, traveling, and coffee.

This blog chronicles my life as a starving college graduate and was originally featured in the student blog network of the University of Maryland. Please note that all views and opinions are my own and not necessarily those of my employers.

email: melwardduffy at gmail dot com

2 December 11
“ I leave my friend Meghan. She stands on an island, upright, eyes shining brightly; a lighthouse in that great sea as the cliff faces slide down around her. She provides a safe haven, a buoy, an anchor from which all memory will stretch lighted by her eyes as she turns in the dark of memory. She is Dublin, she is Cork, she is the whole of Ireland that I’ve seen, and every time those two globes swing round in their revolutions there is a flash and a different piece of Ireland is exposed for a brief moment, then shut away, not to be seen again until those eyes flash round once more.
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-Scott Harris (excerpt from his blog “A Crepuscular Melange” in which he reflects upon his European travels in Spain, France, The Netherlands, Czech Republic, Germany, and Ireland)

My eyes started tearing when I read this.

Scotty unexpectedly arrived in Dublin the same day I did and made my US-Irish transplantation far easier than expected. He’s an amazing person; one that I am so pleased to know. And I’m happy we were able to see parts of this incredible country together and even more honored that his memories of Ireland include memories of me. We went on adventures, saw some cool sights, and shared a few laughs over cappuccinos, beers, and delicious food. Like that crazy time we went to the Guinness Storehouse in St. James’ Gate, met a few friendly strangers, got tipsy, and chowed down on fish and chips with curry sauce at Leo Burdock’s. Simple, really. But I can’t deny the importance of this memory. The night before Scotty left, I hugged him, wished him well, and told him I would miss him. And I do. I’m already planning our next ‘Day in the District’ for my return back to the states in April, and I’ll keep tabs on him as he finishes his Grand European Tour and heads back home just before Christmas. I’m glad to know that I was a beacon of familiarity for him and that our time spent together meant as much to him as it did to me.

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh