Tomorrow marks my one week anniversary in Dublin. It’s so bizarre to think that I’ve only been here for seven days. It seems so much longer than that.
The truth is, I’ve been struggling the past couple of days. I’m missing things from home. I’m missing understanding how things work. I don’t like the sausage and bacon here as much as the sausage and bacon in America. First world problems, I know. But still.
I’ve come up with a few reasons why I am having this struggle right now:
1. I’m in this in-between state where I’m not a tourist but I’m not truly living and working here yet. I have three weeks until I start my job, until I begin a routine and see the same people every day. I think once I have that, I will feel a little more settled and secure.
2. I haven’t worked out since my last crossfit class in Buffalo. I know that this has an effect on my mood. I don’t think crossfit in Dublin will be happening for a while, but there is a gym about two minutes from my apartment that I must join. I need to sweat.
3. Small things in my apartment aren’t working. The dryer isn’t working though my landlord claims it is. My mailbox lock is broken. I still have to get the remote control for the parking lot gate. I know none of these things is insurmountable but of course, my mind tells me that they are never going to be fixed and therefore my life in Dublin is going to suck.
4. I arrived in Dublin just as Daylight Savings Time came to an end, so it gets dark here early. And that can be depressing when you are alone in a brand new city. I’m sure I will absolutely love it when it’s still light at 10pm this summer, but I fear I may have a touch of the Seasonal Effective Disorder. (I can see my Dr. sister rolling her eyes at me right now.)
5. I have been alone with my thoughts for far too long. I don’t really have any friends in Dublin and I’m scared that it’s going to be hard for me to make new ones. But then I remember how I knew even fewer people when I moved to Orlando and my closest, dearest friends are the ones I met there. And I think about the new friends I made in the short time I was home in Buffalo (Bonnie, Nicole, Lisa, Jenn S. – I’m looking at you guys!) and I hold out hope that I will meet some lovely new friends here.
I have faith that I will feel better soon. I know that this is a normal reaction to a huge life-change like this. It would be weird if I didn’t miss my friends, family, and comforts of home, right? And besides, you would all hate me if I just went on and on about how awesomely awesome my ex-pat life is. So, know that while I am sure it will be awesome soon, there are plenty of speedbumps along the way.
I’ve been taking notes about my initial impressions of Dublin. Posting on that to follow soon…