I think everyone who knows me heard me say those words at some point. I don't think many people believed they were true. Worse yet, I think people who didn't know me well thought that I said those words out of some misplaced romantic idea I had of the Emerald Isle. As if I had seen "Circle of Friends" one to many times and had come to see myself as modern day Bernadette Hogan. (I have seen is at least one too many times, but that is beside the point.)
I don't think anyone really believed I would actually do it.
Yet, here I sit, staring at 40 shades of green dotted liberally with white sheep out my window. It's a little unbelievable even to me.
As friends heard that the move was actually in the works the number one question posed to me was, "But what will you DO?" It was and still is a question I don't have a good answer for. I am quite high minded and would like to see myself as an integral part of my community. But obviously that is not something you drop into a location as, it is something you build, slowly, over tedious years. So, what until then? I will do what all the young people are doing and blog.
Should you choose to follow this blog let's get a few things out of the way right up front. I don't know that I will offer anything of real value, just my point of view. Out the window you see above. There are bound to be sheep, but there will also be monotonous green and a lot of rain to be sure. I hope to find a little sun as well as a lot of baked goods. Mostly writing for me is like reading. I have always enjoyed it, but have done so much of it for work over the years that I never give myself permission to do it for fun. Here I will do it for fun.
That brings me around to my first post. Frankly when I got on the plane in Salt Lake on December 4th I had my usual good intention of writing this post on the plane ride to Dublin. Sharing what were my hopes and dreams of the transition I was making. So glad that fell through. I would have hated to go back and read that drivel.
Instead, I got here. The enormity of what I had just done hit and writing the idea of "writing for the fun of it" just flew right out the window. Two months down the road and we have reach a few milestones. The plan seems doable again.
I am grateful for the cairns we have encountered along the way that gave us a helpful prod in the right direction. It was much needed, as was the wet nose prod from the furry variety Cairns we brought with us.
So here goes. I making no promises about how frequently I will post here, but I will try to at least make it more often than I call. I will promise to pepper my posts a fair number of food and dog photos. Would you expect anything else?
Should you choose to follow this blog let's get a few things out of the way right up front. I don't know that I will offer anything of real value, just my point of view. Out the window you see above. There are bound to be sheep, but there will also be monotonous green and a lot of rain to be sure. I hope to find a little sun as well as a lot of baked goods. Mostly writing for me is like reading. I have always enjoyed it, but have done so much of it for work over the years that I never give myself permission to do it for fun. Here I will do it for fun.
That brings me around to my first post. Frankly when I got on the plane in Salt Lake on December 4th I had my usual good intention of writing this post on the plane ride to Dublin. Sharing what were my hopes and dreams of the transition I was making. So glad that fell through. I would have hated to go back and read that drivel.
I am grateful for the cairns we have encountered along the way that gave us a helpful prod in the right direction. It was much needed, as was the wet nose prod from the furry variety Cairns we brought with us.
So here goes. I making no promises about how frequently I will post here, but I will try to at least make it more often than I call. I will promise to pepper my posts a fair number of food and dog photos. Would you expect anything else?
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