Actually, one day over that. The past week of work has been madness. Only Cadbury Buttons will soothe my stressed psyche. So I tell myself. I think they are working. Each disc of smooth milk chocolate is like a chocolate xanax.
Tonight, I am going to see Riverdance with two ladies I met at the American Meet-Up last week. Hooray! I have very little-to-no interest in the show, to be honest, but I am still going. We’re going to Captain America’s Bar & Grill on Grafton Street before the show, which should be interesting. I am always curious and a little disturbed to see other cultures interpret American cuisine. Sure, a burger is hard enough to mess up, but any interpretation of “Cajun” is a foretold disaster.
I received an email from Katie B. today, one of my oldest and dearest friends. We have known each other since third grade, so she’s more of a sister than a friend at this point. Along with her twin, we used to be inseparable. Anyway, she is studying abroad in London for six months as part of her law school curriculum and she wants to come over and visit, yay! And apparently she has a boyfriend, ooo! And he has red hair, ahh! That’s all I know at this point. I’m excited. I want them to come.
I hate the fact that I’ve been mostly fraternizing with Americans, but it has been difficult to forge friendships with the natives. There’s not a whole lot in common, I suppose. We’ll see, time will tell, yadda yadda. I guess new kids stick together.
I have decided to make this tumblog more of a reflection of things I find interesting, rather than a labored study of my time in Ireland. Sometimes things will have to do with my time here, and sometimes it will just be whatever catches my fancy. Life doesn’t stop just because you’ve moved to a new country, and I’ve definitely learned that lesson.
“I beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient to all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”—Letters to A Young Poet - Rilke
Well in another week I’ll have been here two months. I’ve been awful about updating. I keep telling myself to just write a few lines and press enter but then I get distracted by something shiny or new.
My parents visited a couple weeks ago and it was fantastic. I managed to take a few pictures during the trip and upload them here, which you probably saw. We stayed for two nights in Dingle and two nights in Galway. Everything you have heard about the Irish countryside is true and then some. It’s all postcard perfect and green and rocky and gorgeous. The coast is perfect, the mountains are perfect, the sheep are perfect; fluffy, white, and omnipresent. I took quite a few pictures that have been uploaded to Facebook so, if you are friends with me on that and would like to take a look, feel free.
Since the last time I updated with more than a picture or a stupid video about Nicolas Cage, I have started to feel a bit better. There’s always the inevitable homesickness that comes with being far from home and all alone and I’m doing much, much better, thank you. I am still lacking in a companion or confidant that doesn’t broach into my work life. Although I have been attending a few fitness classes with my coworker, which has been really cool. Since I don’t have a gym membership, it’s kinda expensive but it’s all worth it because I get to get my body moving in a way that isn’t merely walking. Although, let it be said that I do walk, and quite a bit at that. Sometimes for fun I take the three mile walk home because Dublin is such a walkable city. In any other place I would feel weird about walking that distance; but when you’re constantly surrounded by people and a hustling, bustling city, it doesn’t seem quite so far.
Then again, I also take the bus every day, at least on my way into the city because I just can’t be bothered to reserve an hour in the mornings dedicated to walking into town. And the bus is a fascinating place, filled with characters. On my way home yesterday I snagged one of the last remaining seats on the second level, next to a Portuguese language student who was discussing the word “history” and how it is different from a “story.” In front of me were three pregnant Israeli mothers with their three daughters and a son. It’s interesting trying to figure out what language people are speaking when you aren’t immediately familiar with the language. I only gleaned they were Israeli from the daughters crying, “Ima! Ima!” which, I knew from growing up with friends with Israeli parents, means “Mommy” in Hebrew. Dublin is full of Spanish people, which I assume is a sort of exchange program because every Irish person I know goes to Spain on holiday. One society gravitates from the heat, one flees from it.
I should mention that in the time I have been here, we have only had maybe two or three completely dry days. I have never been in such a wet and cold environment in my life. As a kid growing up in Southern California, I always associated my birthday with hot, dry summer days. Even with the one birthday I spent in Atlanta, it was still hot, albeit a little muggy. But this time it was cold, wet, dreary. Just weird for a California kid like me to try and wrap her head around, I guess. It has felt like fall since I got here; I feel like Halloween is just around the corner.
I am slowly but surely conquering the sandwich counter at our corner store. I think more than anything it’s a bizarre thing to try and order a sandwich when all of the fillings are foreign and strange to you. I started out only ordering a chicken caesar wrap, as I think that’s pretty translatable throughout all cultures. But then I realized that mush of orange blobs was actually chicken tikka filling, so I’ve started ordering that as well. I like to pat myself on the back for that. But the other fillings with the globs of red and what looks like coleslaw with tuna and peppers makes me feel slightly gaggy.
Additionally, I have a word of caution: NEVER. EVER. try Dublin sushi. You will be sorry.
Tomorrow I’m going to go to this American Ex-Pat group meetup and see if I can’t find some people who can commiserate with me as to the loss of grape jelly. Fingers crossed!