As I have previously mentioned, I am originally from Hampshire, England, but due to my partners business we have relocated to Count Cork, Ireland. It’s not our forever home, but it is our home for now.
I first moved out of my family home just over a year ago, and what a crazy year it’s been. I had always lived at home, but very rarely was at home, I always had a minimum of two jobs and a great social life, going to watch live gigs, meeting with friends at the pub, and spent most of my evenings in the gym. That said I always loved being near my family, popping over to see my sister, grandparents, or just going to my best friend’s house Kate’s, sometimes even when she wasn’t in. But I liked knowing that everyone was near by.
This all changed after I met my now partner, lets call him C for now. We met when we were both working in Southampton, then he moved with work to London, we were really early days then, so I would just go to London on the weekends, and we would do some cool things (as you do in London, as it is one of the best cities). After around 6 weeks he was then to move to Manchester! London, that I could cope with a quick train journey, but 4 hours in a car, didn’t feel me with too much excitement. It was then when he asked me to move with him!
A thousand and one feelings filled me, I had just taken on a new job, my sister was now pregnant with her second child, my niece. After a lot of thought (more like 10 minutes) I decided F*** It! whats the worse that could happen. I always loved adventures, and traveling, so it seemed right! I had a week to get sorted then that was it, I was officially a grown up!
Fast forward another 6 weeks, my partner got an opportunity to expand his business to Ireland! My first thought was, seriously, I’ve only just got the apartment unpacked and straight. Second thought was, ok, am I really ready to go that far from home? What will I do? I don’t know any one…Third thought was, thank goodness for Ryanair, and cheap flights.
So that was it we were on our second adventure to the emerald isle, and we are still here now, alive and kicking.
Don’t get me wrong to start with it was really difficult, not really seeing C that much as he was super busy, and I had opposite work patterns as I was working in a creche (which was amazing, that’s a whole different blog) so day to day life became quite a struggle, I felt isolated, and with Christmas around the corner, I missed my family like mad.
The hardest part was when my niece, Brek was born, I couldn’t get home in time, and 4 weeks later I was already going home for the kids christening. So made sense to just wait, it was the longest 4 weeks ever.
Things have defiantly got easier as the time has gone on. I’ve started working alongside C. This not only keeps me busy, but I feel apart of something and included, it’s also given me my independence back, I have my own income, so can pop home every couple of months, my mum also comes over. I make sure I speak to my best friend a few times a week.
Thank goodness for technology! When ever there is a birthday or a family occasion, there i am being passed round on whoever’s Iphone has the best signal, FaceTiming. This is great, although sat on the sofa, singing Happy Birthday to myself is a tad strange.
But as time has gone on, I’ve realized, although there is few 100 miles between me and my family, we are lucky to live in such a great time, where you can call someone at anytime, in anyplace, and even see them as if they were here. I also live 20 minutes away form the airport so with a quick flight i can be straight back there, for a little getaway.
Just remember the memories your making, you have already made, and those that are yet to come!