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As an almost permanent resident on Irish Rail, my McWilliams Holdall has become a very trusted companion over the past thirteen months or so. It’s seen me through festivals, weekend getaways and more return trips from Longford to Dublin than I’d care to admit. I’m part of Generation Boomerang, you see – a twenty-something working professional who, faced with a tricky living situation and extortionate city centre rent prices, moved back in with her parents. It wasn’t my first choice of accommodation, but beggars can’t be choosers… I’m lucky my parents let me back in the front door at all!
Suffice to say, lying in my childhood bedroom, surrounded by relics of my adolescent past isn’t quite as nostalgic as I envisioned. That said, I’ll never not be thrilled by a warm home, a full fridge and the convenience of not one, but two on-site nurses (my mam and sister are akin to walking medical encyclopaedias). By now, the initial novelty of working with my old Furby within sight has well and truly worn off though and the reality of commuting has left me feeling a little exhausted, if I’m honest. Both my job and boyfriend are still based in Dublin so, like it or not, I’ve become a regular on the Sligo to Connolly train line. A couple of years ago, I thought I’d like to be a flight attendant but having now experienced the joys of near-constant travel, I’m not sure it’s for me.
If you’re someone who travels a lot and wants to keep their sanity intact, then a bag you can trust is key. Depending on public transport (Irish public transport, in particular) is often a recipe for frustration. I’m easily overstimulated and am only ever one inconvenience away from a meltdown – delayed trains, loud chewers and luggage that cuts off circulation all veer dangerously into tantrum territory. My McWilliams holdall does none of those things and that is why it will always be my favourite.
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