Now that I’ve made it aware that I’ll be going home in January (I had kept it a secret to surprise my parents and it was a success), what’s next is to work on my to do list. It’ll be on going of course but here are my greatest desires:
This is an ongoing list no where done. How it’s all going to be accomplished in a week I’m not sure but it’s definitely going to happen. Sleep might become a stranger for the week.
It’s nearly done, the time of no return is upon us again. My belongings have been packed again, bringing up the memories I’ve built every time I’m faced with the chore of moving. I call it a chore because, unlike some people who actually delight in moving, spending a few hours folding boxes, loading them up and then transporting them to whatever location isn’t something I enjoy. Don’t be wrong I cannot wait to move into my new place, but the task of actually packing everything can get tiresome. On the other side of this, once I move everything into my new place Saturday, it will definitely be the most memorable and important move thus far. Why you ask? Well you see my dear readers, in just over a month, my best friend of nearly eight years will be moving in with me in Ireland.
Best friend. Ireland. Big apartment. Christmas.
I genuinely don’t think anything could ruin how I feel about this upcoming month. Between work going pretty well, still meeting new wonderful people, getting SO excited for Christmas, counting down the days until Dani gets here and looking forward to my week at home in January, nothing at this point could ruin the next month for me. Unless it’s some dire situation that arises, but let’s all believe it’s an impossibility. No negative vibes please, this will be this year’s best month.
I’m nervous about being away from home for Christmas because it’s all I’ve ever known, but putting it into perspective I have to keep in mind that it was going to happen at one point or another in my life. It just so happened that it’s taking place because I’m living abroad and facing new daily experiences. Always a good side and a down side to every situation. In this case they’re both very powerful and life changing but necessary and this point in my life. I’ve come to the point where I think everyone should go live abroad for a year. To work, to travel, to meet people, to live. Anything and everything in this type of adventure will forever stay with you and mark who you will be for the rest of your life.
Let’s get on with the updates. The documents are printed, the money is withdrawn, come tomorrow the lease will be signed and the apartment will be mine.. sorry OURS. No more negative roommate experiences, no more messes, no more moldy showers. Yes moldy showers. Wonderful isn’t it? Instead two washrooms, two double bedrooms, high ceilings, prime location, clean rooms, everything you could want in a new apartment. I’m sure you’re sensing a strong feeling, that would be my excitement.
I must leave it at this. I’ve to get another coffee, stuff myself with Orso’s delicious food (a must go to if you’re ever in Cork), write Christmas cards, clean my clothes off the floor, read Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore and update my journal (I’ve been neglectful with the writing so it’s time for my usual Sunday catch-up).
Alas dears, I hope you enjoy your below 30 weather while I thrive in my 7 degree Cork weather. If you have the desire to send some snow our way please do. My inner Canadian is dying for a bit of snow. Come January I’m sure I’ll get my fill of snow, but until then I think of you all.
The Queen of Hearts who reigns supreme
And binds in eternal clutch
That makes the light so low and dim
When you can’ t feel that gentle touch
Which makes mankind adore their Queen
Who is known by many and crowned by all
Though often silent and unseen
The Queen of Hearts shall make you crawl
When you will long for that red shade
Her Majesty casts upon your life
Your soul could slowly die and fade
And yet you’ll still accept the strife
Between the joy of a scarlet kiss
Gifted of the taste of Paradise
And the pain of that cruel bliss
That pierces like Winter’s ice
The Queen of Hearts just dons the crown
Without a care for wrong or right
A lover’s duty is to bow down
And trust that feeble light
So I decide to trust you not
And take my heart from your grasping hand
For I know you can make a man’s love rot
Or burn asunder until the end
With your chaos that strikes like fire or storm
I want my heart to be able to sing
For the joy of a love with a proper form
So I take the crown and make myself King
I can honestly say that I never expected to be in the situation I am currently in while working at Amazon. What situation is this? Well, as I’m working in a French associate position, I deal with people from France all day long. Emails, calls, emails, emails, calls, emails, calls, calls calls. All day.
Being a French speaker from Canada, my expressions and accent are different from those in France. You wouldn’t think a language would sound so different, but in this case it definitely applies. An over the phone explanation explaining how to type in a new website on your browser can turn into a woman becoming vicious, bitter, rude and inappropriate. That, is racism.
My whole life I’ve always spoken with people from different countries with different accents than me, especially when calling a call center or help line. Sure the language barrier made the conversation hard at times, but it was never a problem. Yes I do recall an instant where I told them I would call back later (in truth the accent was so strong I just didn’t understand), but the attitude that I’ve faced the last few weeks was never brought into play.
It seems to me that if someone is making an effort to not only speak your native language but also explaining and helping you with your questions, you should appreciate it. I was never a racist person, but I had always undervalued and took for granted the help I was receiving. I can assure you, that has all changed.
To fully appreciate a situation like this, it’s required to literally put yourself in the shoes of someone else. Working retail, working in a restaurant, working in a call center, all things I think everyone should have to experience firsthand. Yes they can be the greatest places at times, but guaranteed they have the terrible moments that you always remember. Those moments are the ones that lead us to appreciate those around us and stop taking for granted the help and service that we received in our times of need.
Although these words have only really been spoken to those closest and dearest to me, I’ve to admit that the last five months have not been as glamorous as they might have seemed to you.
A young girl, away from her for her very first time from home, leaving behind any responsibilities and acknowledgement of the world she’s always known, discovering far away lands completely different than her own, growing and finding herself miles and miles away from anyone knowing of her past. Sounds like a Studio Ghibli movie to me! Kiki’s delivery service actually if I were to compare to one. For those who don’t know of Studio Ghibli or Miyazaki… just please educate yourself before reading any of my posts. My beastie is alas exempt to this request because of her hatred of anime. Something I’ll never understand.
I’m off track again! So this whole adventure might seem like a walk in a park and nothing but a holiday to you, but I can assure you it’s been so much more.
Between leaving my home for 22 years, my family, my beastie, my border hopper, my now Sakura-chan looking blonde, someone who I might never get to talk to ever again, my Chapters ladies, my pre-classmate-now-friends, along with everyone else I care for, in exchange for a whole country where I didn’t know a soul, it wasn’t easy. In truth, the whole first three weeks I mentioned at least once a day that I wanted to go back to Canada. I pity the fool who had to listen to my complaining.
There are definitely still days that all I want to do is pack whatever fits in my suit case and hop on the next plane. Some days I think I’ll end up doing it but then I’m reminded of why I’m here and what I’m doing.
I came here to immerse myself in a whole new country and learn not only about them, but also about myself. How I could be in a new environment, see if I could break down a few walls and grow as a person. And you know what? It’s already begun. Going up to someone and starting a conversation, doing any activity myself or not having a clue where or what I’m doing have become a part of my weekly routine. If those don’t happen then I’m either sick, exhausted from work or it’s just a really bad week.
My favourite Sunday activity is finding a cafe, pub or restaurant, ordering a latte (thanks to my coworker Gabriele I’ve finally reached the point of not needing nor quite enjoying sugar in my coffee!), reading and writing for a few hours. It gives me time to get lost between the lines of a page, pour my thoughts, emotions and soul onto paper, and just slow it down a pace after a busy week and weekend. If I don’t do this minimum once a week I start getting antsy. Back home I enjoyed doing this but I never appreciated it to the extent that I do now.
It may seem like I just spent the last few graphs complaining about how homesick I am, but as a journalist I’ve learned not to be biased and show both sides, therefore I’m sharing this double sided coin with you. Being in Ireland has also taught me to appreciate the small things. Things such as a 24 hour pharmacy or department store, buses that run all night long from one end of the city to the other, having any necessity met by calling on my parents or friends help, all you can eat sushi for under $25… The list goes on.
Some days I can’t stand Ireland and it’s rain, but overall I do enjoy it. Sure it’s still not what I thought it would be, but this is an experience that will forever mark who I am as a person and affect how I act in life and how I make my decisions. I can honestly say that I regret nothing in my life, and moving to Ireland has not become the first. Far from it.
I’ll be seeing you all. I don’t know when, it could be tomorrow, next month, in a year. I don’t know how long I’ll be seeing you for, could be a few hours, a week, a few years, the rest of my life. The joy is not knowing, not having a set plan that takes away you ability to change what awaits you. But for now, I’ll keep waking up to Ireland outside my window.
Cork on a lovely sunny Saturday.
"I truly enjoy this blogger and only wish she was a lttle more frequent with her posts." -cassidl.blogspot.ca
With a comment like that how can I deny a special lady back home with another post? In reality it’s become an obligation, not one you’ll see me complaining about.
Well folks, today is the start of an all out Canadian day! Canadia, if you want to talk like one of the Irish. Seriously though don’t ask me where that came from, nearly five months later and I’m still trying to figure it out.
Today’s theme: Pumpkins. Pumpkins spice lattes, pumpkin carving and pumpkin desserts. As you may all have heard of my CanadiAN friend Kristin from previous posts, today we’re getting together to partake in those wonderful activities. With Thanksgiving being last weekend and the Christmas season looming over us like a bitter sweet cloud, both of us have gotten a tad bit homesick. Don’t get me wrong, I love Cork and I’m still not ready to move back home yet, but it’s not always easy being away for those you love and everything you know. Especially when food is involved. SO, in retribution to this fact we’ve decided to make our own Canadian day!
Going out for pints would be much too Irish for our Canadian day, so we’ve decided to go to this Indie film festival going on! Cork, like is the name of the movie and it’s composed of a bunch of little films. Should be good! Turns out my roommate worked on the sound for one of them so it had better be good or roommie won’t hear the end of it.
As requested by a few of you (just leave me alone already!! - but really don’t) pictures will come! They might just entail of a bunch of selfies or portraits, but hey it’s better than nothing right? I guarantee lots of orange will be present in these frames. Put together two red heads, pumpkins, and you get a big orange party.
Alas I’ve no pictures for you just yet but they will come, you just wait.