On the Countdown to Home.

Our first Dublin Home-Herbert Park.

Our first Dublin Home-Herbert Park.

We have a year left in Dublin, at least, technically. Twelve non-consecutive months broken up by three months in the states this summer, that’s it. It’s been two and a half years since we moved here; it hardly feels like that’s possible. We’ve started thinking about the move back, starting to bring things stateside on our visits to prepare for that eventual departure.

Continue reading

Advertisement

On “Training” for El Camino de Santiago

IMG_3998By “training” I mean, wander around Dublin at a reasonably quick pace while stopping for groceries and cappuccinos. I don’t really know how I should be preparing for this, having never attempted anything like it. The internet ranges in advice from, “didn’t train, was fine” to “here’s my guide to the 156 exercises you should master for a long distance hike! Do it or you’ll die!” I’m a reasonably fit person, and don’t have the inclination to walk 800km in preparation to…walk 800km. After all, that’s what this is, a walk. Not a run, not a hard climb. It’s long, but it’s not a grand feat of strength. More like not pushing too hard and wearing proper shoes (to grossly oversimplify). I didn’t train at all for Kili, at best I was acclimated from being in Moshi for a few months. And I made it, granted, with a fair amount of fanfare and struggle. But I did it, so I figure I can do this too. But because it doesn’t hurt to be somewhat prepared, I’ve thrown together a training program to get my body (most particularly, my joints) somewhat acclimated for a daily assault.

Continue reading

Daily Life as a Trailing Spouse: Dublin.

The Irish Coast

The Irish Coast

Though Alex and I both moved here together to attend school, my education ended before his, and my current visa situation (read: pending) means I can’t work. So, by technical definitions, I’m a “trailing spouse.” Rewind six years, fresh out of college, if you told me that’s where I’d be doing when I was 28 I would likely had laughed, in part, because at that time I didn’t believe in marriage. But also, I hadn’t at that point really traveled, the thought of living abroad seemed so remote I couldn’t apply it to my own life. But here we are. And it’s fantastic, and challenging, and the best thing we’ve ever done.  Continue reading

On A New Year

Flying Home

Most years, around the new year I find myself reflecting on the past year. But, rarely, do I think too much about the year to come, or make resolutions. The new year has, at least for the past several years, never really felt like a clean slate, or a new beginning, just a continuation. But this year is different. This year, we get married. And while married life for us isn’t likely to look any different, it is a significant step, and a concession to the fact that we might actually be adults (sort of?). More than that, I have no immediate plans for myself. A large part of that is because living abroad is far more complicated, and because it feels so impermanent: 10 months-2.5 years, depending on if/when they kick me out, so it’s hard to mentally dive into anything.  There are a lot of unknowns right now, which of course is simultaneously exciting and frightening. So for the first January in a long time I’ve been thinking a lot about what this year will mean.  Continue reading