Y’all, life has been crazy lately and I haven’t been able to write like I’ve wanted to. There are more specific reasons why, but I don’t want to bore you with the details. So, I apologize for the delay, but here is what changed on St. Patrick’s Day to make it better.
As the day wore on, I found myself talking to a lot of people in the doctor’s office about Ireland. Asking them where their green was, and if they had ever been, and I would tell them that I had lived there for a year. Their faces would immediately light up and they’d ask me to tell them about it. I began to explain why I was there and how I fell head over heels in love with Ireland.
Many people said I was brave to just move to another country like that. They also said that they wished they had done something similar when they were my age. I felt incredibly touched by their words.
Now, I get that a lot. People tell me, “Oh that’s so cool! I wish I would have done that!” all the time. But for some reason, it really took to me on that day. I felt special. I realized that St. Paddy’s Day was more than just an excuse to go out and drink Jameson. It was a day for me to celebrate in the accomplishment I had. So I did.
Later that night, after I got off work (at 8pm), I went to the pub. My friends and I met up to hang out and join the party. I may or may not have been a slight Ireland snob, but I really didn’t care. Hahaha. I wouldn’t let my friends drink their Guinness until it had settled properly. They had no idea what I was on about. Poor dears.
While we were drinking, we ran into some kids from high school. These were people that I knew of or maybe were acquaintance with, but I certainly wasn’t really friends with them. The first thing they said to me was how shocked they were at all the traveling I had done.
They’d kept up with me.
They’d followed me.
They’d kind of envied me.
Y’all. I’m actually a modest person, but that made me feel great! It was total validation for how I wanted to feel on St. Patrick’s Day and uplifting to know that people from my home town were keeping up with me.
Gosh I know what it sounds like to read that. It sounds freaking terrible. I can’t believe I’m putting that on my blog, but I’m known for being honest, so I’m gonna be honest.
It felt freaking amazing.
So St. Patrick’s Day went from a day of depression to a day of celebration to a day of slight (ish) gloating. I kept it level, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t show boating. But I definitely basked in the glory of being recognized for my accomplishments.
Want to know what else it did? Fueled me to keep going. Ireland wasn’t enough. I want to teach English somewhere. I want to do another Working Holiday.
I’m not finished just yet.