It was not a light decision; I take my US citizenship seriously, and have criticised the rootlessness of many modern people. Yet we have made this place our home; I’ve put in enough volunteer time for my local community that I’ve earned a legal place in it, and have have paid enough taxes here to have earned representation. I don’t like the direction my country is heading, and wanted to make sure I -- and my daughter -- had an open door somewhere else.
The Irish have always been impressive travellers, usually out of poverty and necessity, but embracing a new land never meant giving up the old one. My family kept in touch with their cousins here even after they had been Americans for a century, and my co-workers in Dublin talk of going “home” for the holidays, to their rural hometown where they know everyone, even if they’ve lived away from it for years. They travel, but they know where they came from. It’s not being rootless – it’s drawing strength from more than one set of roots.
Ironically, after I left the ceremony an Irish citizen, I took my wife to see the Captain America film.