Almost fifteen months after leaving home to move to America I finally got to go home to visit the family and friends I left behind. Sadly though the 9 days I spent at home went by in a blur. Ireland in March is truly beautiful, the cold is almost fully gone from the air, the days are getting longer and best of all the daffodils are in bloom, which we got to experience on our walks around Malahide Castle.
I got to spend some much needed time with my younger brother JP and my dog Charlie. As I’ve mentioned before briefly JP has special needs and this trip home meant so much to him that he was counting down the days before my arrival for over a month and he had left a special little note for me on my bed for when I arrived. We had a wonderful few days walking the dog in the park and we went to see the movie Frozen together. JP was so appreciative of the time we spent together that it made me think that I should put in more of an effort into connecting with him from afar….perhaps writing letters, or sending him little care packages…. He loved every second I was home and cried when I left. It broke my heart.
On a more positive note, I had a wonderful time reconnecting with my old friends and ex-colleagues and realising that even though I’ve changed so much in the last year life is still the same at home. Travelling, new jobs and new experiences really do change and improve your quality and outlook on life. I was so happy to realise that rather than feeling a longing to return to the familiarity of life in Ireland I felt so grateful that I had the opportunity to explore life beyond Ireland and live in a foreign country.
I can’t lie the majority of my trip home involved eating an absolute ton of food (my parents thought I’d lost too much weight and that I needed feeding up!), cuddling my dog Charlie, of whom I took a ridiculous number of photos and just enjoying the feeling of being surrounded my family and friends.
Nine days was too short and I wouldn’t trade a second of it!