Rainy days.

“...Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy”

I’ve always loved rainy days. I like the smell of freshly watered plants and the cosiness of watching every raindrop land on the windows. I like the darkness of the clouds and the minutes just before the rain falls. I however don’t like it much when I have to go outside. I hate when my hair gets wet, when rain ruin my makeup, when I get soaked! There are two definitions of getting soaked though. There are the ‘getting soaked when you are going out’-soaked and the ‘getting soaked when you are going home’-soaked. I love the ‘getting soaked when you are going home’-soaked. It makes getting home so much better.

I have always been told that it rains a lot in Ireland and people are like ‘why do you wanna go there, it rains all the time?’ But to be honest, I know it might surprise a few people, but rain is not a foreign thing to me. I have felt it and seen it and I don’t mind it as much as I mind the sun when it’s 25 degrees Celsius outside. I’m an indoor person and rain makes a hell of a good excuse to stay inside.

I took this picture a while ago and I think it’s quite amazing and describes pretty much why I love the minutes before the rain falls.

It hasn’t really sunk in that I am actually leaving for real. It’s like going on vacation except this is not a vacation. I’ll be on vacation whenever I go back to Denmark and I’m sure that it will take some time to get used to. But it’s something I am willing to adjust to, because since the age of 12 I have wanted to move to England or Ireland and not once did I not want to. This is my dream and it is coming true.

But leaving everything I know to explore the unknown is kinda weird.

I have always lived near the beach and even though it hasn’t been the place I have spent most of my days at I will surely miss it. The smell and the sound of the waves are really something.

Not everyone is as happy as I am about this move. My father doesn’t understand how I can just move out of Denmark when the country has given me so much (Denmark has a pretty sick welfare system if you ask me). He thinks that you have to repay and by that he means that you have to stay in the country to pay your taxes in order to repay the services you’ve got from the taxes you have already paid, which means that you will never be able to leave the country, because from the taxes you’ll pay to repay the services you’ve already received you’ll just receive new services that will have to be repaid (that was kinda confusing). Anyway I did not ask for this welfare system and so it is not stopping me from moving. It’s not my fault we get so many free services because of the high taxes. My dad thinks it is morally deficient to move. Enough about that, I’m pretty sure he also thinks it’s exciting since he and my mom already booked hotel and plane tickets in Ireland for Christmas. And I booked a plane ticket back to Denmark. I wasn’t supposed to go home for Christmas and I was alright with spending it alone, but I am stoked about coming home and I know my grandparents are too. Coming home for Christmas means that I can see my best friend too who is out travelling.

Loads and loads of thoughts are running through my head these days.

When I get to Mullingar I will have to get a bike as soon as possible since I will be living in Walshestown South which is a few miles from Mullingar. One day when I was lying in my bed I couldn’t stop thinking about biking in Ireland which in the end led me to this question: Which way do they go in roundabouts in Ireland? Do they go right, like we do or do they go left? Left would seem logic to me, but I just can’t see myself go left.

I have a lot of imaginations about how it is going to be. How I will be riding my bike into town to pick up groceries and how I will be watching football at the pub some of the weekends. How I will all of a sudden get friends and get a social life. But nothing can be predicted when you’re going to the unknown and I suppose it’s a bit like the ‘take it or lose it’-concept.

Are you planning on moving to Ireland?

In the search of a place to live I have used webpages like rent.ie, myhome.ie and daft.ie. Daft.ie is really good, because it warns you against scam. I recommend people to start looking well in advance because a lot of people don’t come back to you when you send them an email. I sent a lot of emails to flats in Dublin and only two replied and both of them where scammers (which daft.ie had already warned me about). There are a lot of flats for rent and I didn’t think it’d be hard to find one, but with the lack of responses it might be worth it to give them a call instead.