First things first: I’m 200% Irish. Always have been, always will be. Heart, head, belly, guts.
Moved to the Netherlands many moons ago, intent on having fun for six months before returning home to take on proper, adult challenges as defined by my parents: education/career/blablabla.
Didn’t quite work out that way! Met my husband in those months, who’s still my best friend in the whole world and has (hehe) even agreed to sketch the odd image for this new, blog adventure. Got married (in Ireland, of course) and before I knew it the old adult challenges had upped and found me, in still-too-far-away-from-Ireland land, all of their own accord.
It’s not been easy, without my parents/sister and those I loved most, around the corner. But it’s been pretty great all the same. I’m proud of what I now have: two beautiful (almost grown) “kids” who keep me young(ish); one (drama-queen) golden retriever who eats toast with me every morning and knows better than most how to manipulate our emotions by raising his eyebrows or drooping his huge, chocolate brown eyes; a camper-van that chugs us up and down mountains every summer in la belle France…and some amazing friends.
A damn, good life when all is said and done. And that’s about it for now.