Possibly the scariest, riskiest thing I’ve ever done is moving to Ireland. Moving to Italy was easy; my job was already there and I didn’t have to “start over”, all I did was change location. Moving to Dublin was completely different. I had to wipe the slate clean and completely reinvent myself. I was no longer Bea, the biking, tour guiding, Italian speaking girl in the US. Moving to Ireland meant looking for a new job, and in a way, a new identity. It hasn’t always been easy, but it’s been an adventure, and I can honestly say I love where I live and the people and places in my life. Here are a few photos of life in Ireland, and I will be adding to this page as time goes on.
I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that I happen to live a 5 minute walk from one of my favorite pubs in Dublin.
One of the first things I had to re-learn is how to drive on the left hand side of the road. I am a Californian who just spent nearly a decade driving in Italy. In other words, I’m an asshole behind the wheel of the car (according to a certain person I live with… ahem).
It took us 6 months after arriving in Dublin – mid-housing crisis – to finally find a place to live. I love my new neighborhood of Glasnevin.
It’s not true that Ireland only has terrible weather. Our first year here has been absolutely blessed with some of the nicest weather I have ever experienced anywhere. Perfect for going out to the coast.