Exactly one year ago today I walked down a now very familiar street for the first time to wait outside some now very familiar buildings after Marcus’ first day at his new job. With his dream company. The job that made us pack up our very worn down suitcases once again and make the move to Ireland; a country we had never before set foot in and had no connections with.
We arrived that Sunday morning in January in the Dublin Airport. Cold, excited but nervous. The following two weeks we would spend in a little hotel room, Marcus, learning the ups and downs of his new position, me, running the usual moving-in errands around the city, Sophia, completely clueless yet excited about her new surroundings.
About a week into our new adventure we got the keys to the apartment we have called home the last year, making it our most permanent residence yet. We soon made friends, many of whom, like us, had left their home countries and families to invest in a career for a few years. Before we knew it life in Dublin had become ordinary, and apart from occasionally missing specific native snacks and those times you couldn’t get a hold of mom on Facetime, we felt right at home.
Thank you, Ireland, for being so hospitable. The weather really isn’t as bad as they say, and the people here are honestly the kindest warmest and most polite people we have ever had the pleasure of living around. We love your rolling hills, cliffs and evergreen evergreenness! In the future could you please stock your grocery stores with frozen chicken? and I don’t mean the breaded kind. Also some fresh bread would be great!
We look forward to another year with you!