Dear Dublin

It's been 2 years. 2 years since I started calling Dublin home sweet home, sometimes bittersweet, sweet and sour, sweetheart. I've been blindly in love with Dublin's dichotomies. The city of silver sunsets, of kids in the Liberties playing with fire extinguishers, of horseshit and urine, of 3am Smithwicks, of soggy takeaway chips and naan bread, of still feeling like a tourist everytime I turn around the corner only to come across a brand new angle of a well-known street. My heart is chained to Dublin as I cross Grattan Bridge only to witness a sunless sunrise.