Lows include, opening bank accounts, haggling with insurance companies that don’t recognize our Australian history, general bureaucracy and red tape which are not unique to Ireland but are so irritating that I have felt like writing strongly worded letters, with more than one expletive to Enda Kenny, the Irish prime minister.
The highs have been little things, little moments that have caught me off guard and caused me to blink back tears of emotion, or jet lag, not sure. Sitting outside on a long summers evening drinking a cold glass of white wine with my mum, like it was the most normal thing in the world, like it was something we did all the time inspite of the fact that it was something we hadn’t done in 7 years. Or the moment I saw my little soon to be three year old take his grannys hand and jump with giddy excitement to go up the field and feed the horses. Meeting my niece for the first time at the airport, who whacked a sticky hand onto my cheek and roared crying. She is beyond perfect.
I left Ireland seven years ago a single girl. I knew every pub in Dublin, every restaurant, where to get the cheapest cocktails, which nightclubs stayed open latest. And now I’m back with my fiancé and two small children. I dream of a full nights sleep and an early bird special. I look longingly at some of the smaller dresses I left behind knowing I am a world away from ever squeezing into them again. I am sure my family are looking at me cross eyed, delighted to have me back but not quite sure who this nappy wielding smashed avocado fan is. There is a period of adjustment ahead, I am sure of it. I still don’t feel like I live in Ireland, I feel like we are on a long holiday and will be heading back to our lovely friends Down Under soon. I most definitely haven’t come to terms with being on the other side of the world from them yet. That is a low that I can’t even bear to think about. For now, I’m going to enjoy my ‘holiday’, and drink a second glass of wine.