A subject close to my heart and my mind. I live in London but I am constantly turning my gaze home in thoughts of being part of the recovery. The count of my friends in London at present is 20, with more en-route over the next few months. Its not that its GREAT here, its just that its better than home. I want the skills to return to be part of the change. The phone-calls from my mother sound increasingly sad and questioning as to when I might visit again. The paragraph on the empty towns in Cavan really gets to me.
Will we be the generation that emigrates and is forgotten?
Will our voices be lost across the continents?
