Hi guys! As you may remember from two weeks ago, I wrote my second-to-last post in this series about leaving Dublin and heading home. Due to some unforeseen circumstances (and sickness, so. many. colds), I’m actually a bit out of sync with posting, making this week 5 weeks since I’ve left Dublin. I’m almost glad to be writing this now rather than the week after my return, because it’s given me a lot of time to reflect on my time in Dublin.
In the past 5 weeks since returning home, I’ve done a lot. I returned to my part-time job, which isn’t so part-time anymore, as I’ve been working almost 40 hour work weeks for the past 4 weeks. I finished up the finals in the few classes I was taking (online) while abroad, and I walked at my graduation with two degrees and a minor, all in just the ‘traditional’ 4 years.
I’ve spent a lot of time at home with my family, but I’ve also been able to see friends and attend a concert in the time I’ve been back. I saw Ellie Goulding in Pittsburgh last week and I’m set to see The 1975 in Columbus this upcoming Sunday. I even went to a political rally here in my hometown.
Like I stated before, I’ve had a lot of time to think about Dublin, and about my place there as well as its place in my life. I was surprised how quickly I fell back into my usual routine: getting up, doing classwork, going to work, or spending time with my family. Lather, rinse, repeat. It actually almost scared me at first, making me cling to every single memory I had from Dublin and playing them over and over in my head.
And then I realized how bad that was. In my first few weeks back, although I had fallen into routine, I felt absolutely miserable. I kept comparing things here at home to things in Dublin, giving me an almost reverse culture shock. I realized that if I was going to continue living an actual, healthy life, I needed to snap out of it.
I’m in a much better place now, after putting everything into perspective. Dublin, in all honestly, was like a complete dream to me and it felt as though I had been rudely awakened when I came back to the US. But now, when I try to compare something I’m doing by thinking “well, if I were in Dublin…” I have to stop myself. Because I’m not in Dublin. I’m back home.
And that’s okay. It’s okay that I’m back home. It’s even good. Dublin was one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I will always, always, always remember the wonderful times I had there, but as for right now, it’s in the past and I have to move past it.
Although many of my plans are up in the air and depend on various factors here at home, there are still plans of going back to Dublin, just not as soon as I’d hoped. I had initially planned on leaving again in October, just six months after returning home, but unfortunately that is not financially feasible and I’ve had to push my date back a bit.
But I’m going back. While I don’t have anything set in stone as of yet, I am tentatively looking at March of 2017 to return to Dublin for a year on a working holiday visa, something that I am constantly working toward now with my job.
It’s difficult saying goodbye, especially to a series I’ve grown so fond of. So instead, this is a see you later. Someday soon, this Trender Across the Pond will be writing all about her adventures again in Dublin, or maybe even in an entirely different city or country. Who knows what the future holds for me? Take care, guys, and thanks for sticking with me. Sláinte!