Friday, 30 December 2005

Welcome to Ireland; Failte Ireland

After a long night and a sad goodbye at the airport I'm all nerves and sleeplessness. And a transfer of airplanes in Heathrow airport has calmed my nerves, I got to talk to Derek, and now I feel reassured and ok about the crazy things that have been going through my head over the last 6 hours or so as I travelled over the Atlantic.

I have to say that the best thing I did was spending the extra money and bring a third piece of luggage. That way I know I’m travelling with all sorts of useless items like cookbooks and oven mitts that may seem stupid to one person but will make me feel at home over here. It also allowed me to bring more shoes than I think some people own in a lifetime!!! But no one has to judge me about that, it’s really about whatever makes me happy!

So I’m at Dublin Airport, and my three bags have made it, this is a good start to the adventure, now I just have to hope that Derek is there to meet me and, he is and I think he might be looking as weirded out by this situation as I'm feeling (I’m hoping I’m hiding it better than him). Awkward silence, followed by sneaking side glances and wondering if this will be as good as it should be.
So we’re off to see the apartment that Derek has chosen for us to live in, I’m sure he has felt the pressure in having to pick and provide the deposit and sign the lease without being sure if this will work. And not to mention the pressure he’s under to prove that he has decent taste in apartments and that he hasn’t found something I’m going to hate living in. But to be fair I did see some photos of the place before I left Montreal and I did give my ok on the place, but it was still up to him to make the final decision.

And when I walk into the apartment I can see myself living there? after putting my mark on the place, and I can see he’s made an effort, he’s made the bed and he’s put glasses and cutlery away, he’s even gone so far as putting a set of candles from his soon-to-be sister-in-law in my bathroom and I can tell he wants me to love the place so badly and there’s good news for him, I do.

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