It’s been four months since I left home for Ireland, and I am so happy that I did. Everyday is different. Some days are happily spent with my friends goofing off and getting up to no good. Other days are spent curled up in bed reading a book or watching a movie. I work when I am scheduled, and I travel when I can. Life is good.
That doesn’t mean that I don’t miss home. Anyone who knows my family and I know that we are very close. All of us are. This is the longest I have ever been away from my parents, and it is difficult, not because I’m homesick, but because I love them. Parents teach you things; we need them in our lives. Thank the Lord for FaceTime! I miss my sister too. She’s the coolest kid on the block because she knows all the cool music, shows, and books before everyone else. I’m still trying to figure out how she ended up being so hip. The rest of my family is missed just as much. My cousins and I are more like siblings than cousins, and I miss fighting with them and their sassy attitudes. My aunts and uncles are the parents I don’t have to live with. I’m missing their wise words and dirty jokes. And then there are my grandparents. Without them, none of this would be possible. I have my Nana’s ability to never meet a stranger and my Papa’s stubbornness and fight, but I have my Pop pop’s analytical thought process and my Mammamw’s faith in God’s power. They helped build me and therefore build this. I miss all of them.
Time has gone by both fast and slow; I can’t explain it. I feel like yesterday my plane landed throwing me into a world unknown, but at the same time, I feel like I’ve always been here settled in this little world I’ve created. Ireland has become the home I never expected. It’s cold and wet, but it’s magical. Walking down the twisted side streets of Dublin warms me heart no matter the temperature. I know the cool places to eat and the bad places to shop. I’ve almost mastered the language and Irish fashion. My travels have taken me across Ireland, to Belgium, and Sweden, and next week, I hop a plane to Norway. I’m in love with this life.
One of my favorite quotes is from the movie Pocahontas. It comes in the scene when Powhatan has returned from war, and he asks where Pocahontas is. The man he is speaking to responds with, “You know Pocahontas. She has her mother’s spirit. She goes wherever the wind takes her.” That’s me exactly. I’ve turned into a tumbleweed rolling along an endless path driven by an unseen force. That’s the traveler in me. Maybe it’s the restlessness I naturally feel. If I am not moving, doing, seeing, touching, feeling, I am bored. I hate routine and love change. Living in Ireland may be the change I needed. I have eight more months of life here, and I cannot wait to see where the wind takes me.