All good things must come to an end. In this instance, the Good Thing Ending is our time in Dublin. Come July, we’ll be packing up house, kids and dogs and moving to the Seattle area.
It was a tough call. We love it here. We love the people, the city, the country. I love being ten minutes from the Irish Sea. I love seeing a mountain from my front window. I love how I can end up in a conversation with a stranger just because that’s what you do here. I love sitting in a cozy pub with a pint with friends.
But it was time to move on and the right offer came. So we go.
I am looking forward to certain things. Like the biggest clothes dryer possible. And fluffy soft warm towels. And a huge clothes washer. Wide roads and big parking spots. A thunderstorm, with lots of lightning. An actual summer.* And oddly enough – resale shops where I can buy old furniture and do them up. I don’t know why, but I miss that sort of thing. Not that I did a lot of that before.
There are pros and cons to moving. The biggest con is leaving behind Maura’s school. I’ve decided that we’ll just have to hit up some local billionaires known for their charitable works and get the funds to start a school like it in our area. The biggest pro about moving is how excited my family and friends are to have us back in the U.S.
In the meantime, I can barely think about the move as we have Confirmation and First Communion coming up in the next two weeks, plus a performance night for Miriam. And a charity golf outing for Maura’s school. And so on.
While I’m still here, I’m still going to be living here. I’ll have plenty of time to miss it when I’m gone. Meanwhile, I will be too busy stressing about moving to a place I’ve never been to.
Ah, it’ll be grand, I’m sure.
ETA – please note that I know Seattle is not known for its long hot summers. I am very aware of that, their penchant for long rainy seasons and times of gloom. I am prepared for those times too. But I have a friend here, ironically, who has lived in the Seattle area for 12 years. It is on her authority that I write there is an actual summer-like time period between July and September. Keep in mind, the climate in Ireland is VERY moderate and changes VERY slowly. Last “summer” in Dublin was two non-consecutive days where it hit 70 degrees. And they thought it was “roasting” out. At 70 degrees. Certainly Seattle can manage better than that. Though after my time here, I’ll probably burst into flames at 80 degrees, lol!