All of a sudden it was our last weekend in the US. 13 weeks down, only one to go until we head back to Ireland. It’s been a great summer, 10 cities, 13,000 miles flown, family, new friends, old friends, and incredible adventures. So, naturally it flew by. A recap deserves its own post, so for now: our last weekend we spent camping along the AT. Continue reading
I don’t think we really thought much about what’s up next for us. Well, we have, we’ve thought about how Alex needs to get into residency. Get in. Not what happens after that. Back when Alex started medical school, I heard warnings about being the partner of a med student, how hard it would be. And the first year was harder than expected-Irish med school’s first year is notoriously hard, unlike the US where it’s typically the second year. But it was fine. And I think a large part of that is because we’ve never known “normal.” We’ve never known a 9-5, so bizarre and long days are somewhat the norm. Continue reading
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.
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