I live with Nate, or at least I did until last night.
We’ve been together for more than a year and have
been living as a couple for four months since my
father decided to accept a prestigious teaching
position in England, something which would also
make it easier for him to continue his research in
genetics.
My parents separated ten years ago. My mom is
American and after the divorce, she decided to go
back to San Francisco. She wanted to take me with
her but my life was here. My school, my friends …
so, she and my dad decided that I’d stay in Dublin
until I finished school and then we’d make a
decision about it. I love Ireland, America is too …
American. Too much chaos, too many people. Too
much everything. So, at the end of my studies, I
decided to stay here with my dad and follow in his
footsteps.
I study at Dublin City University, reading
molecular biology just like he did. He didn’t force
me into that choice but having grown up
surrounded by charts and graphs, research and
formulas it couldn’t have gone any differently.
When my father was offered a position in
Liverpool however, with a rich budget that would
allow him to do the most important research of his
life, he didn’t feel it was right to ask me to follow
him. I’ve got my whole life here, I had Nate.
I go to America to visit my mom every chance I
get. My dad is always willing to buy me a ticket,
