Feeling Foreign

“What do you miss the most?” is probably the question I’m asked most frequently, and it’s a question I think about often myself. Moving from America to Ireland is an adjustment for sure. Moving from a two year old home to a 150 year old home is a big adjustment. Moving from being surrounded by family and friends is a huge adjustment. But what do I miss most?

The answer is: Familiarity. Knowing what works and what doesn’t. Knowing where to buy light bulbs. Knowing how to turn on the heat in the house. Knowing that the train door doesn’t just open (You can’t just stand there -- you have to push the button to make the doors open, apparently).

Stepping outside of my comfort zone was a primary reason why I wanted to move, and I certainly have done that. I feel uncomfortable a lot of the time. Of course after being here for nearly three months, I am starting to adjust, but in many situations I feel uncertain. I don’t always know the right thing to do or the right way to behave. I have to observe and see what others or doing, or worse, I have to ask someone what I am supposed to do.

Things That Have Confused Me:

  1. Chip and PIN vs Chip and Signature - Not long before we left the US, credit card companies were finally rolling out cards with chips, so I thought we would be all set to use our credit cards over here. NOPE, our cards are chip and signature NOT chip and PIN. Also, American Express is practically useless here (but we did know that going into this).
  2. Radiators - I still haven’t quite figured out everything I need to know about this. I’m leaving this in Geoff’s department. It’s summer, so we have time.
  3. Immersion Water Heater - Apparently you just don’t use this if you don’t have to. We have a gas water heater as well, so we’ve been using that. We’ve got it set on a timer, so it turns on for about three hours per day and we have hot water all day.
  4. How to get food in a pub. This drives me nuts! I just want to have something to snack on while I drink. I don’t understand why this is not a thing here.
  5. Where do I get plants, and how to I get them home without a car? - Not having to drive is great. I love it. But sometimes it’s really annoying to have to walk halfway across the city with something you bought. Just ask Geoff whether the new duvet we bought is heavy or not.

Now, these things are all relatively easy to figure out and adjust for, and we have. But there’s still things we come across almost every day that we have to think about for a little bit longer than we’re used to.

When you are growing up, you learn how to do day-to-day life from your parents, friends, people around you, and school. You aren’t expected to know everything straight away when you are young, but by the time you are an adult, you have most everyday tasks figured out. But if you move to another area of the world, you start to question whether the way you know things to be is still correct in the new place. Can you buy stamps at the grocery store? Will they think it’s really weird if I ask for stamps at the register? My tendency towards anxiety surely amplifies the way I feel in these situations, but I think it’s fair to say these are similar to doubts that many people who emigrate have.

I have been considering these feelings a lot and wondering what it means to have these experiences. While I do think the familiarity of being a local is the thing I miss most, I also feel that being “foreign” is really an interesting experience, and I have somewhat welcomed it. I am lucky to have moved to Dublin though. In Dublin, there are so many expats, and that really allows people from all backgrounds to feel comfortable here. At my office, there are people from all over the world who love sharing stories about life where they are from, and it is fascinating to learn about and compare so many other cultures and places. In this way, no one really feels as if they are out of place. Everyone welcomes the new perspectives and learning about the politics, society, and culture of countries around the world.   

So, while my answer to “what do you miss the most?” is familiarity; at the same time, the thing I love the most about living here is my growing perspective on the unfamiliar. Being placed in a place where almost nothing is familiar has allowed me to make new things familiar, and I like it.


Open Windows and Closed Doors

We’ve been in our new home for a full month now, and I have to say, living in a home that’s about 150 years old has some...quirks. This is probably an even more drastic adjustment when the house we lived in prior was literally brand new.

Let me give you an example.

One morning last week, I woke up in the morning and started getting ready for work. When I went to leave the bathroom after brushing my teeth, I couldn’t get the door open. The knob would not turn in the slightest. Nothing. Mr Big started to meow and scratch at the door, clearly sensing my distress. I fussed with the door for about 2-3 minutes before I started to get worried. I was literally stuck in my own bathroom. I started yelling for Geoff, who was still asleep, but I wasn’t getting any reaction. Thankfully, I realized I had my phone and was able to get his attention that way.

So he got up and walked over to the bathroom door (laughing at my situation, of course). His laughing subsided a bit when it wouldn’t open from his side either. After attempting to get the knob to turn for a minute, he said “Hang on, I’ll be right back.” (As if I had a choice.) He went off for a no more than a minute and then says through the door, “Uhhh, we have another problem.”  “Great...what?”, I said. “L.C. is on the roof.” (L.C. is our other cat) WHAT?  How is this real life?

We decided to proceed with getting me out of the bathroom before we moved on to the “cat on the roof” situation. Now equipped with a screwdriver, Geoff attempted to take off the doorknob. He was successful, but only in the sense that now he had no knob to even attempt to turn. Turns out that the mechanism that actually was holding the door closed had snapped in half at some point in its lifetime, so there was no hope of the knob ever doing its job. There was no way for him to get me a screwdriver or anything through cracks around the door. The house is made to keep heat in the rooms, so everything is a tight fit which was really not ideal in the situation at hand. I looked around the bathroom for anything I could use as a screwdriver stand-in, but no luck. And the door still wouldn’t budge.

Apparently those little bits to the right are "key" when it comes to opening the door.

Apparently those little bits to the right are "key" when it comes to opening the door.

Finally, after much tapping and wedging the internal door parts from Geoff’s side of the door, it opened! I was freed! Escaping was really much less anti-climactic than I was expecting after my perilous imprisonment of about 12 minutes, but at least I could get to my pants.

The results of my escape.

The results of my escape.

Next up, LC on the roof. Seriously. This is not really related to the age of the house, but it’s just too crazy, so I wanted to share.

Houses in Ireland don’t typically have air conditioning, and ours is no exception. In the few days that are warm enough to warrant it, the Irish get by with open windows and fans as needed. It’s grand. Anyway, for some reason, windows don’t have any screens on them, so flies can come in (annoying), and cats can go out (also annoying). Our second floor window allows access to the roof over the kitchen, and well...you can figure out what happened.

After I escaped the bathroom, we rushed over to the bedroom to have a look at our new meowing roof decoration. He was as happy as can be. Meanwhile we’re trying to figure out how to end his bird watching escapade.

Only the top half of the windows open in our house, so I had to stand on the window sill and reach out of the window to try to grab the cat. Really, it was more like I had to hang the top half of my body out of the window, Geoff holding my legs, and reach for the cat (who really didn’t want to be rescued at all).

L.C. was probably just trying to enjoy the view.

L.C. was probably just trying to enjoy the view.

After some kitty coercion, I was able to grab LC and get him into the house safely. Then I actually had to finish getting ready for work and start my day after what seemed like a full day’s worth of events already.

Obviously this is just a silly example of what happens when you live in an old home, but there are of course some really cool things about the house too: three fireplaces (I can’t wait until winter! Please remind me I said that in six months), amazing crown molding, and beautiful hardwood floors. I am excited and scared to see what else we discover living in this home and making it our own. Stay tuned!


Flying Fur

I am happy to report that yesterday afternoon, all three pets were delivered safely to our new home in Dublin. Now that this has happened, I can finally write about all of the hurdles, trials, and tribulations that we went through getting them to that point.

Big Getting Things Figured Out

As you can imagine, getting pets to a foreign country is difficult. The entire process started about three months ago, once we were certain that this was happening. It started with contacting a Pet Shipping company, as Brittany’s company agreed to foot the bill on this (as our pets are essentially our children, leaving them behind was not an option). Ireland only has one approved pet shipping vendor, so choosing one was rather easy.

After contacting the shipping company, Pet Express, I was sent a breakdown of what needed to be done and when. I was very pleased that I had plenty of time to do everything, and we had kept up to date medical records on all of our pets. The only requirement that I saw that was unfulfilled was that two of the animals needed to be microchipped.

A week later and all animals are chipped, and I have their rabies paperwork (one of the three main documents that are required) with their new microchip ID numbers printed on them. Unfortunately, we were waiting to pay the deposit for the pet transportation as Brittany’s official employment offer had still not yet come in, and we were not yet 100% certain when the move would be happening.

In May, we finally got that offer and set up a plan. She would move early June, and I would remain in the US to sell our house and items, and ship the animals. I would ship the animals 5 days before (Ireland requires non-commercial pet shipments be +/- 5 days of the owner’s flight) my flight, sell the house the next day, and be on the next flight out after that. Super simple right?

Brittany leaves and I send off all the needed paperwork to Pet Express for verification and tell them the finalized plan. It takes them a few days to get everything back to me, at which point they tell me that the rabies vaccination must happen after the microchipping. It does not matter if the pet has been vaccinated against rabies for 6 years. It does not matter if the microchip ID is on the paperwork. It must happen afterwards.

"No big deal, I can take them up to the vet today,” I said. Not so fast. Pets entering Ireland must be vaccinated against rabies more than 21 days before their arrival in Ireland, which puts the pets leaving 10 days later than intended. Ok… not a huge deal. I can move my flight and we’ll all go on the same day. I get the pets revaccinated (even though all of them have been vaccinated since birth) and so begins the dance of dates.

Animals leaving the US require a full examination by a USDA accredited veterinarian, and to have the vet sign off (in blue ink… because color copiers don’t exist, I suppose) that this was done. This also must be done on separate documentation for Ireland as well. Both of these documents then need to be taken to the USDA for endorsement. On top of all of that, this entire process must be done within 10 days of the pet’s arrival in Ireland.

So, after closing on my house, I drive 60 miles to the nearest USDA office that can endorse these forms. I arrive and there is one man behind the counter and another woman in the waiting room. “Excellent, no wait,” I thought. “I’ll be off and at the pub in no time.”

After speaking with the woman I learned that she had already been there two hours. It would seem that stamping some documents is a very, very involved process, and only one stamp can be done every 15 minutes. The stamping machine probably needs to cool down. I’m certain the stamping machine has it’s own union. The entire process took about 2 and a half hours. I still have no idea why… but it was done.

The last paperwork hurdle was a deworming of Moose (the dog). Does Moose have worms? Nope. But he must be dewormed. And this must be done no more than 5 days before his arrival in Ireland and no fewer than 2. So off he goes to get dewormed.

Finally, the day of their departure arrives and I spend the morning with my dad collecting all of the animals in our standard white unmarked rented van (SWURV) and putting them into their air travel crates with bedding for each of them. We then travel down to the location that we were meeting the pet shipment company near the airport in the SWURV, and hand them off with all of the documentation to Pet Express. This is where my direct involvement ended.

Unhappy Animals in the SWURV

After they left my care, they were taken to the “Live Animal Storage Room” at Delta Cargo where they would put newspaper in each of the crates (for the inevitable accident) and put ice in each of the crates clip on water bowls. They were then taken to the plane separately from other luggage in a different white van, (similar to the SWURV, but marked). They were then loaded into the cargo bay of the plane after all of the luggage.

Contrary to popular belief, the entirety of air plane’s bodies are pressurized. It would be very difficult to pressurize half of a cylinder. Also contrary to popular belief, it is roughly the same temperature as the rest of the plane.Also, regulations state that the crates for the pets must be big enough for them to stand up fully and lay down fully. So all of the pets were likely more comfortable than I was in my tiny economy seat.

Animals placed in the shade of the aircraft until they are ready to be loaded.

Upon landing, the pets were taken to a vet in Ireland to be reexamined and to ensure that they were healthy after the flight. All three were and they then brought them directly to our house in Dublin.

L.C. getting in touch with nature

They all seem to be doing rather well, none of them seem particularly traumatized by the trip. All three were very happy to see us. L.C. is very much enjoying the walled back garden here, and has set up camp inside one of the bushes. Mr. Big has been sleeping on the bed very comfortably, and Moose seems to have some trouble with the idea of a stone floor outside. He is currently whining to be let out, while standing outside. I should go see if I can help him understand.

Zombie Dog

Soccer or Football?

Ireland, like any country or region, has a lot of terminology and slang that I’ve been trying to navigate. Understanding what people are talking about hasn’t been nearly as challenge as understanding whether or not I should use the local phrases or not. I’m constantly asking myself “Would it be weird if I said it that way?”

This has been particularly prevalent with the Euro Cup going on right now and Ireland advancing to the Round of 16. Everyone’s talking about it at the office. So do I refer to it as soccer as I’m used to, or do I call it football as the rest of the people in the conversation do? If I call it football, I don’t want to seem like I’m trying to hard to fit in, but the more that I’m involved with the conversations it starts to feel like what I should call it. Then it starts to feel even weirder when I start qualifying normal football as “American Football”. WHO AM I?

It moves beyond sports, too. I’m not sure whether to say “I’ve got it sorted” (Irish) or “I’ve got it sorted out.” (American). This is coming up a lot with getting my immigration paperwork and housing arranged. Another one that’s come up is “half eight” rather than 8:30. This one’s a bit easier to adopt.

Here’s some other Irish slang I’ve come across:

  • Slaggin’ - making fun, teasing. I caught on to this one pretty quickly. The Irish are very good at slaggin on ya.
  • Craic - pronounced “crack”. Good time; fun. “Where’s the craic?” or “It was good craic”
  • Gas - I’m not 100% sure on this one yet. It seems like it’s used for anything that’s cool, funny, great. Usually in response to something: “That’s gas!” or “It was gas!” I don’t think I’ll be adding this one to my vocabulary anytime soon, but we’ll see.
  • Your man - This one is really confusing. It basically means anyone (sometimes anything). “Your man at the store” meaning the clerk. It doesn’t have to refer to a male either. It’s just anyone. I’ve also heard “Ikea is your only man.” (In response to a question about where to get homewares). “Your one” is also common, sort of the same thing, but with an object.
  • Grand - This one isn’t really hard to understand, but it’s used A LOT. For example, I was in a lady’s way in the store accidentally the other day. I apologized, and she replied “Oh, you’re grand!” Meaning no worries or it’s fine.
  • Are you ok there? - This one got me. I went out to dinner alone and the hostess asked “Are you ok?” and I’m thinking “Ok, eating dinner alone isn’t that pathetic is it??” Apparently this phrase is more like “How can I help you?” So turns out she wasn’t really taking pity on my lonely dinner, she just wanted to get me a table.

Hopefully hearing these will start to come more naturally to me as I get settled in, but I think I’ll still feel awkward saying these phrases myself. Only time will tell, I suppose.

House Hunting

I’ve been in Dublin for almost two weeks, so I wanted to give everyone an update on my progress.

Finding a place for us to live has been one of my biggest worries going into the move because there is a rental housing crisis in Dublin right now. I have read many blogs and internet message boards with words of warning to bring money to viewings and be prepared to explain why you are the best candidate for the landlord to choose, so I was really uncertain on how Geoff and I would fair against the competition given that we have three pets and are brand new to Ireland. Some of that stress was relieved because my company provided us with a relocation agent to help. The agent was really helpful in explaining some of the quirks of Irish homes and giving me some information on what to expect with utility prices. I met her for coffee, and we discussed what Geoff and I were looking for in a home. She provided me with a list, we picked our favorites, and viewings were set up for the following week. I video chatted with Geoff as I walked through the houses, so he could see more than the pictures online. We really liked both of the ones I viewed, but Geoff was sold by the small shed / workshop in the back garden of one of them.

Next hurdle: Will the landlady allow three (wonderful) pets?

We received a lot of input on the pet “situation” when it comes to renting in Ireland. Some people advised not to mention it at all while others said wait until it was a done deal. I really wanted to be upfront about it because our pets are a part of our family. I didn’t want to have to hide them or live in fear worrying that we could be found out. So, when we decided on which house we wanted to go for, I told the agent, “Okay, we want to go for Emor Street, IF they allow our pets.” I heard back pretty quickly that there was no problem with the pets, and she is happy to have them. Great!

Then we started to work on the contract. The first draft we received indicated no pets without a written notice from the landlord, so of course we asked for the written notice right away. When we provide a list of the pets’ names and ages. We were met with surprise. “Three pets?!” Apparently the fact that we had three pets was not properly conveyed to the landlady via our agent. The landlady was then rightfully irritated thinking that this was hidden intentionally (which was exactly what I wanted to avoid)! I explained our situation and apologized profusely that I never intended to withhold this information (adding in how great the pets are as much as possible). Thankfully, she agreed to allow the pets, and we’re moving forward with the lease!

Lesson Learned: Talk more with the owner of the home during the viewing. Deciding on a rental property is not only a decision about the home, it’s a relationship with the landlord or lady. Thankfully, in this case, the landlady was understanding about the situation. I hate that we have gotten off on the wrong foot, though. Please let me know if you have any advice on how we may be able to recoup any loss of trust with her. I’d love to hear any thoughts.

I am so excited for you all to see the home! Pictures to come once we get settled.


Arrival in Dublin

Since I’ve arrived in Ireland, I’ve met some of my new coworkers, walked pretty much the expanse of Dublin, and had four pints of beer and two ciders (yum). I think I’m doing alright so far! This has not been totally smooth sailing, but so far, not too bad.

Here’s a summary of what’s happened so far:

  1. Immigration - I arrived in Dublin fully aware that my work permit had a slight issue: the date listed is July 7th, not June. I was under the impression that this would be fine because a) we have requested a correction and it’s in progress; b) Americans do not need a visa to enter Ireland on holiday; and c) I was told it would be fine. Unfortunately, the Garda at Immigration did not think it was fine - cue images of me looking back at the large line while the officer shuffles through paperwork trying to decide if this redhead really should be allowed into Ireland a whole month before her work permit is set to become active.

    The officer called the HR rep I had been working with for my new position who assured him he had been in touch with the DJEI (Department of Jobs, Enterprise and Innovation) and my work permit would be corrected soon. The officer ended the call, gave several reasons why he shouldn’t let me in, took my photo, and stamped my passport. He sternly told me that I need to go to the Garda office in Dublin by the beginning of September and pay a hefty fee to get “registered” as a foreign national in Ireland, and I was on my way. I was worried about the fee and registration, but later I was informed I would have to do this regardless of what happened during my immigration visit, so I’m not really sure why the man made such a huge statement about it.

  2. Hotel room not ready - Okay, this is not really a big deal, but not being able to check into the hotel room right away always sucks. When you get of a long plane ride, you really just want to lay down and let your spine decompress for at least, like, 2 minutes. Instead I did the opposite and walked around Dublin with my backpack for 6 hours. Not ideal, but at least it was an amazingly sunny day (more on this with #4).

  3. Cell Phone - This one is really just my fault. I had made a note to remember to pay off my remaining balance on my AT&T phone (since AT&T now forces you to do a payment plan for phones that I really don’t like, but that’s a different story). I needed to do this so that my phone would be unlocked and allow another carrier’s SIM card to work, but in the midst of the goodbyes and packing, I forgot. Worse, I didn’t remember this step until after I walked 30 minutes to a Irish mobile provider store, stood in line for another 20 minutes, and the representative asked me “Is this phone unlocked?” Me: “UGH. NO. Sorry, bye!”
    Thankfully, by this time, Geoff was waking up for work, so I found the nearest Starbucks, connected to the free WiFi, and gave him a call over Google Hangouts. He submitted all the payments and unlock request which allowed me to get a phone the following day. (Thank you, Geoff!!)

  4. Sunburn - Yes, really. Ireland has been having unbelievably nice weather for the last week.The locals are quick to remind me how unbelievable it is: “Don’t get used to this.” and “I can count on two hands the number of times in my lifetime the weather has been like this.” I am fully aware of the rarity, but I think everyone in Dublin is enjoying the wonderful weather. I stopped and got some sunscreen, so hopefully I’ll be less red for the remainder of the beautiful weather.


Okay, I think that’s all for now. I’m going to go out and enjoy the festivities for June Bank Holiday Weekend. And the nearly 17 hours of daylight that we have in Dublin this time of year!

Grand Canal Docks. This is about 3 blocks from where I will be working.

Grand Canal Docks. This is about 3 blocks from where I will be working.

The Value of "Stuff"

There’s a lot to say about letting go of things. It’s difficult. It’s emotional. It’s not fun. I’ve always gotten attached to things very easily. For me, a vacuum is not just a thing. It’s a memory. I think about throwing away or selling the vacuum, and I remember when my dad bought it for me when I got my first apartment. Suddenly I feel attached to the vacuum as if it is not just a tool; it’s a memory. Clearly this is not rational, and I know that. I just can’t help feeling an illogical attachment to these things: A vacuum my dad bought me, a set of Pyrex containers we got as a wedding gift, a huge stuffed banana Geoff won at a fair in Myrtle Beach. It makes no sense to pack these things up and move them across an ocean, but how do I convince myself that it’s okay to get rid of this stuff?

We're fitting our life into about five of these.

We're fitting our life into about five of these.

My attempt to solve this is reminding myself that I still get to keep the memories associated with these things. The memory is not about the “stuff”. When I sell the Pyrex, throw away the stuffed banana or the vacuum, the memory isn’t gone with it. I can buy more Pyrex, another vacuum, and maybe I can live without the oversized stuffed fruit (maybe). This move is about letting go of the stuff, keeping the memories of the people we love, and growing as people. For me, the first step in my growth is letting go of the material things.

Now, I’m not saying we’re going to be going off and living as minimalists. We will still have all of the modern conveniences that we have now in the US. That’s not really what I mean. Geoff’s entry last week said it really well. Our home will not be our everything. We aren’t looking to rent a huge home and fill it with things. The number one thing I’m excited about is a new way of life. One where we don’t rush home from work everyday just to sit and watch TV alone, or come home from work and pick up the laptop to work more. We want to focus on experiencing life. Take Moose to the park, walk to the grocery store to pick up the necessities for the next day, stop at the local pub and chat with a neighbor, or try a new restaurant.  We’re swapping the stuff for the memories.


A Larger Living Room

The first thing most people ask me when I tell them I’m moving to Ireland is “Are your pets coming with you.

“Yes.” (This will be covered in a later post in more detail after the move)

The second thing people usually ask is “What are you most excited about?” The answer to that question is a bit more complicated.

Two years ago when Brittany and I bought our house in the suburbs, we were a bit tired of living in apartments in the city. “We can get a much larger and nicer house out in the suburbs for much cheaper” was the prevailing thought. Of course, two years have passed, and we realized that this enormous house isn’t at all what we wanted. We have so much space in our personal sanctuary that there are entire rooms of the house that have only been used a handful of times.

On top of having a house that was mostly empty and unused, I had almost tripled my commute, and any restaurants or pubs that we wanted to hang out in for the evening were quite far away (which, wanting to hang out in other places only exacerbated the “large house issue”, in that we were rarely in it).

We had begun to realize this last year and started to think of what our next move was going to be, since this wasn’t the lifestyle that we were looking for. So we started looking back to the city, although we weren’t sure of which one. We enjoyed living in Atlanta before, but after living in the suburbs we realized we wanted to be able to walk to at least most of the places that we would frequent. Atlanta is a great city, but it’s so spread out that there is almost no way out of using a car every day. We looked briefly at Seattle, but neither of us really wanted to start new jobs with an entirely new network of people. Then Brittany saw the opportunity in Dublin, and it seemed to fit perfectly with what we were looking for next.

We’ve gone through the “living in the suburbs” experience, with it’s large, quiet houses packed to the brim with anything one could ever need… and realized it wasn’t for us. The lifestyle that it encourages is one where any time not spent at work is spent at home, because look how nice, and big, and comfortable it is… why would you ever want to leave? Just come home directly after work. The large leather chair is practically begging to be sat in for the remainder of the evening. Never mind that nagging loneliness in the back of your mind, four hours of Netflix will fix that right up.

I think that’s the thing I’m most looking forward to. Leaving that lifestyle and trying something completely new.

Do Something Unexpected

Most people who know me well know that I am not a fan of change. Not only not a fan - I hate change. With what Geoff and I are about to do, everything will change. But, for this change, I’m going to try something new. I am going to embrace the change and focus on the positives. I don’t want to think about the things I’m giving up (which is basically everything material). I want to  focus on the life experience I am going to gain and how much I will grow as a person being put into a place where I know no one and I know very little about. I’ve lived my life so far taking minimal risk, always going for the safe bet, but this time I’m ready to step out and do something unexpected. It may not work out or it may be the best decision of my life, but either way I know it will be something that I’ll be so happy that I gave a chance. We’re moving to Ireland.

The Irish Countryside

The Irish Countryside

In January Geoff and I were talking about New Year's’ Resolutions, I told Geoff that I have this feeling, sort of a nagging thought, that I want to do something unexpected. I felt bored with my life (but not unhappy). So far in life, I had always chosen the easy road. I was a good student, went to a college just an hour from home, started my career at the company where I was an intern, and moved into a house less than a mile from the elementary school I went to. I’m not saying that I regret any one of these things at all. They were just easy choices. I’m so happy with my life, but I want to take a risk. I want to step out without the fear of failing. Geoff said to me: Then let’s do something about it.

So I went into work and asked if I there was a possibility for me to take a position in the Dublin office, and the answer was yes. After many meetings, a lot of paperwork, and a new passport, we’re we’re packing up a couple boxes, selling our house, and buying one way tickets to Dublin.

The streets of Dublin

The streets of Dublin