|This is pretty much how I feel right about now!|
I am in the midst of packing my little tushy off right now because as I've mentioned on this blog before, I am moving to Dublin, Ireland in 3 days. The move has been much anticipate for the entire summer but the trip to Ireland has been a dream of mine for quite a number of years.
Packing however has been the bane of my existence for several weeks. I knew this time was coming, the week of rushed errand running, sleepless nights and early mornings. I feel like I haven't quite been able to catch my breath but am determined to make it through if only to be able to dump my things in my new apartment in Dublin and exhale!
As I started to pack my bags last night I realized that what I thought would be just enough room to pack everything I needed wasn't even going to scratch the surface. I barely got all my clothes together let alone jewelry, toiletries, shoes bedding and coats. On top of all that I have been desperate to pack at least half of the books that I have yet to read. There is no way I would feel comfortable in a home, let alone a new country all together without my books to keep me warm. For a book lover, books literally are the best friends a girl could ever have. It makes me way to sad to contemplate the thought of not being able to bring the books I still have yet to read. I am in the middle of several series that I can't bear not to finish and even though I have been sworn off trying to pack my novels by almost every member of my family who insists I will accumulate books in Dublin (which obviously I will) no one understands the feeling of leaving behind precious tomes you've diligently collected over several months.
I think this predicament can only be understood by a fellow book lover. I have contemplated shipping books - wayyy to expensive. Have tried to find a way to be allowed more baggage on my flight - a no go and have pretty much decided that I will sacrifice clothes for books. Hey, I sacrificed food for books during my undergrad!
So folks there it is, my current headache and heartache on top of the ever mounting emotions that go along with leaving behind your entire family and everything you've ever known for a faraway adventure and finally realized dream.
I have decided to make a blog which will be my travel journal of sorts while I am away in the Emerald Isle. I promise it won't be all complaining like this post, mostly it'll be a way for family and friends to join in the fun of being in Dublin and experiencing everything Ireland has to offer. If you're interested come join in and check out my hopefully daily posts!
From Ireland with Love will be up and running next week once I get settled enough and come down off my excitable high of finally being in the country I've only dreamed about since I was a little girl writing my first story.
Thanks for sharing in the journey :)