“A life lived in fear is a life half-lived.”
That’s my favorite quote from one of my favorite movies of all time (Strictly Ballroom). Last night, I fell asleep early only to wake up a couple hours later overcome by an incredible feeling of fear and loneliness.
Other well-traveled and ex-pat friends have reassured me that this feeling is normal. And I know a lot of it is due to the exhaustion and adrenalin of the past couple of days. I’m feeling much better today. Now, I just want to get to Dublin already.
But there is still that nagging worry, like one of those little devils that appear on a cartoon character’s shoulder. What if I can’t make any new friends? What if I can’t find a place to live? What if I don’t like Dublin? What if I suck at my job? What if… trust me, my mind can go on for days with thoughts like these. I’m a worrier. But the fear will not get the better of me because, after all, “a life lived in fear is a life half-lived.”
Next stop, Dublin!!!