On this day last year, we left our little Ireland home and boy how much and how little can change in a year, huh? I miss it as much as I did yesterday and as the the day we left.
All of last year, it was our job to show people around the Emerald Isle. I was able to go and stand where I stood at 19 years old and scattered my grandfathers very Irish ashes, and take my Mum there too. We went to Trad Music on Sunday nights at McSorley’s and strolled Grafton Street on Monday mornings. We had house parties with a multiculturalism that would give the UN a run for its money. Ranelagh, Dublin became our home. It really was a dream come true and I am the luckiest gal in the world for getting to do it all with the hunk I’ve spent 932 days travelling the world with…
A year on, I still want to say thank you to Ireland for having us. It won’t be too long till we see you again. And thank you to Ev for being the person whose hand I hold at take off and landing, my hostel bunk buddy, my apartment hunting housemate, my road trip pal (realistically chauffeur) and for being my BIG love. It’s been so much sweeter with you by my side.
To all the adventures still to come and to all the memories that fill my head and phone, here’s to following our dreams, to calling it out when we aren’t and to making sure we keep living the lives that are meant for us. Where do you think you’ll be this time next year? Somewhere like where I’ve been looks pretty good to me…
xxx
LD