Oh God, I’ve been away for a long while!
I’ve got just over a week to go until I pack up and move to London (AAGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!) so of course I have no time, the apartment is a war zone, I’ve a million and one things to do, the apartment over there still hasn’t been resolved and the pile of washing in my room is about the size of Everest (thank you cleaning-phobia boyfriend!) The image above is in relation to my impending move, as the romantic, idealist version of me likes to believe that secretly my boyfriend will be singing this upon my departure.
The sleepless nights and fitful dreams have also kicked in and I keep waking up in the morning thinking I’m going to fail horrifically. Yep, it’s been a walk in the park. Seriously why don’t people emigrate more often? Sarcasm not withstanding, it has been a rather cleansing experience in between the fits of madness. I’ve completely de-cluttered my wardrobe and gotten rid of two thirds of my clothes including quite a handful of shoes. This is quite a feat for me, as I’m sure I was a class three hoarder for a while.
I’ve also cleared all the beauty products that I’ve collected over the months of working at Irish Tatler which was no mean feat, let me tell you! I’ve a few very delighted friends who are going to receive some goody bags as a result.
Mostly though it’s been an odd experience, dismantling my life; having spent the last six years in Dublin, it’s a strange concept to think that I’ll now be leaving it. Going away on holidays was always fine, and even when I skirted with the concept of living abroad, a summer in Berlin, another in California; it somehow didn’t seem real as I kept coming back. But not any more.
Saying goodbye to my bosses in both River Island and Irish Tatler was a particularly difficult thing to do. Somehow, work had become a safety net for me for all those years and now that I’m saying my final goodbyes it suddenly feels so much worse. All those irritations and annoying people at work seem like the greatest people in the world and I found myself hugging all of them goodbye and trying to hold back the tears.
Ultimately, despite the many shortcomings of Dublin (and there are quite a few!) I will miss this city. This capital city with a small town personality, a gritty feel, crappy weather and some of the most charming people I have ever met in my life have shaped my entire adult life. Oh Dublin, you and I have not always seen eye to eye, but I will miss you!
Tomorrow I’ll be back to my regular fashion-orientated blogs as I celebrate my last day in Irish Tatler, so forgive my sentimentality for the day.