In days of old in Ireland, there were travelling beggar-men. The “fear déirce” would wander from village to village and he would always be given somewhere warm to sleep. He would be fed on whatever the poor inhabitants of the village could spare. He might repay his hosts by singing a song, or by passing on the news from Ballyheigue, Kilmacsimon, Feakle or whatever village was up the road.
It was an honourable profession.
The decision I made on Monday was to revive this noble lifestyle. I’m giving up my rundown little cottage at the end of the month. Between rent and bills, that’ll save me the guts of €900 a month. This means I can give up my work in DCU and focus on my PhD. And on the other 5 New Year’s Resolutions I made.
I’ll be spending more time at home in my parents’ house in Cork, but I’ll continue to base myself mainly in Dublin, in the spare rooms and on the sofas of friends. I only have to last till the summer, when another foreign destination calls. Next year, I’m going to stay in Trinity Halls, in a student dorm, and live the life I dreamed of as an undergraduate.
I’ll continue to earn enough money from the weekend work I do and the online work I do to fund my new, pared down life. And my loan. And my tax bill.
It’s an adventure. And I’m looking forward to it.