Ever since I was a small child, our Irish heritage (no matter how small a portion of our ancestry) was well celebrated. St. Patrick’s day was second only to Christmas and any opportunity to watch a movie about leprechauns, rainbows, or the emerald isle were taken with great pride and excitement throughout my childhood.
“Someday,” I recall my mother saying “Maybe we can all go together as a family.”
It was a beautiful dream, but one that never came to fruition due to lack of finances, the know-how to plan such a grand international trip, and my parent’s divorce.
After my husband and I married in 2013, we sat down with a notebook and made our “tentative 5 year plan”. We decided that before we had kids we wanted to go one at least one, big adventure and it was only natural that Ireland shot to the top of my list.
By this time in my life, I had previously done a study abroad in France & Germany and my husband had visited the Netherlands and Mexico so international travel was nothing new. We set the date as spring of 2016 – almost 3 years away – and slowly began saving and planning our almost 3 week roadtrip around the island.
As I began researching more and more and our date of departure inched closer I asked my husband,
“What if we moved to Ireland?”
“Well, we should probably visit there first before we decide.” he said with a bit of a chuckle in his voice.
He is used to my crazy, impulsive ideas by now. They spring up out of seemingly nowhere and then wane after a month or so of my ponderings. This idea just seemed to stick around though.
“You know, we could buy a house in Ireland for cheaper than here – and it would have more bedrooms! And be in IRELAND!”
“We should look at the area first. What if we don’t like the spot where the houses are for sale?”
“It’s a COTTAGE in IRELAND – what’s not to like?!?”
Again, we laughed about it and shrugged it off, but this feeling that I was longing for a home I had never seen or experienced still nagged at me all the way up to our departure.
After having visited this beautiful place, I can’t say the pull has subsided, though the realities of life back at home obviously keep us from packing up and heading off at the drop of the hat.
“How are those housing prices in Ireland?” my husband asks me – now only half joking.
“They’ve gone up a bit – but still more reasonable than here on the west coast!” I reply, having recently finished my quarterly check on Daft.ie (an appropriately titled website in this instance.)
It may just stay that, a beautiful dream that we fondly joke about the rest of our lives.
But then again, who knows? Maybe one day we will up and run away to Ireland.