In early July, my husband and I found out our time in Ireland was coming to an end earlier than expected. I’d like to tell you together we consciously made the decision to cut our time here short, but that would be a lie. What happened really isn’t important, but just know the world ultimately had different plans from our own wishes, and there was nothing we could do but embrace what was shortly to come.
And so, our time in Ireland will come to a close in mid-September, two days after I run the Dublin Half Marathon. It has been an emotional roller coaster and I’ve cycled through all of the 7 stages (or 10 or however many there are — it was a lot, either way) — but we’ve come to grips with the time we have left and have spent every minute trying to savour it. And even though it has been a challenging road, this living abroad thing, it has been one of the best experiences of my life and I wouldn’t trade a minute of it.
And so, this post is about the journey; that reflection; the last 18 months.
There has been coffee.
There has been adventure.
There have been tears — lots and lots of tears; Which has led to wine — lots and lots of wine (and tequila).
There has been food — so much food!
There has been laughter.
There has been dancing.
There has been running.
There have been fashion firsts.
There have been friends — friends from every corner of the world.
(It just dawned on me that in EVERY SINGLE PHOTO under this section I’m wearing pink. Even in the black & white photo, I know my dress is pink…. hmmmm… Seriously, look out Elle Woods!)
But perhaps, most importantly, there have been memories; And no one can ever take away the memories, even if the world alters the path a little. Our Irish chapter is coming to an end, but the book is far from finished; And memories last a lifetime.
So, as they say, when one door closes, look for an open window:
(Just make sure the window isn’t barred shut!)
America, I’ll be seeing you SOON.
Until next time, XOXO – K