“Often I lie wide awake,
Think of things I can make
But I don't seem to have the parts to build them”
It’s been a while since my last update and it’s not because
I haven’t had anything to write about I’ve just not really had the time I
guess. And this entry probably won’t be as cheerful as the others I have
posted. I have unfortunately walked straight into a wall at a time where I didn’t
really want to hit a wall and unfortunately for me I wasn’t able to break it. Ever
since I came here I have been on a rollercoaster with the Danish government. It
seems like in some ways that they don’t really know what to do or then they are
just really slow at doing what they are supposed to do, but the thing is that they
have lowered my grants from the 1st of March, the reason is the fact
that I moved to another country, and I can no longer afford to live in Ireland
anymore. Well I might be able to pull it off, but it’s not really any fun if I
can’t afford to be having fun and see things. So after giving it some thoughts
I figured the best thing would be to move back to Denmark. I might have the
same kind of money in Denmark, seeing as it is more expensive to live there,
but I will at least have my family and friends around and I will be able to go
to my parents in the weekends to eat dinner when I run low on money (what are
parents for if not to help you out when you need it, though my parents have
helped me out a lot more than I deserve, and that’s why they are the best and
deserve a huge present, which I unfortunately can’t afford, so I will have to
keep seeming ungrateful for everything they’ve done).
I never planned to leave Ireland after just six months. I
had imagined that I would have been able to stay here for at least a year. But
the thing is that things don’t always go the way you expect them to go and it
can be the beauty in life as well as the ugly. There are pro’s and con’s about
leaving Ireland. I hate the fact that I never got to travel somewhere and see
anything, I hate that I only got to be here during the winter months. I would
have loved to see everything in the summer and there are so many places in
Ireland that I would have wanted to go, but I am glad that I get to be here on
Saint Patrick’s Day at least.
On the other hand I am so happy that I get to be in Denmark
when my nephew is born and see him almost as much as I want to. You see he will
be the first baby in my family since I was born, so it’s a pretty huge thing
and I’m glad I won’t be the strange aunt that visit two or three times a year. You
see I plan on bonding with him and become his favourite aunt. I want to take
him places when he grow up and babysit him (even though I recall my mother
saying: “Do you think they will let you babysit?”). I don’t blame her for
saying that. I’ve never really held a baby before and I am without doubt the
weirdest person in my family (which I don’t mind being, everyone knows that being
weird is funnier). It will also be nice to be able to participate in different
things again, because I have actually missed out on a few things while being in
Ireland.
I’m leaving Ireland on the 1st of April and I will
go straight to Prague where I’ll be meeting up with my brother and
sister-in-law and then after two nights in Prague we’ll be driving to Schwerin
in Germany where the rest of the Larsen’s will meet us to celebrate the 50th
year of marriage of my grandparents and after a few days in Germany we’ll drive
back to Denmark and I will stay there for good (well at least for a few years).
I will be looking forward to go on vacations in Ireland and
in time I might even move back here, you never really know, though it won’t be until
I have an education and a job. But I will definitely come back to see some of
the things I never got the chance to see while living here.
Now to something else. This Sunday I went to see the Spring
Concert at the cathedral. I had dinner with J, her friend, her daughter and her
daughter’s husband. We had chicken and it was the first time in eight weeks
that I ate meat. I wasn’t a vegetarian I just figured I would actually save
money if I didn’t buy meat and in the end it was fun to see how long I could go
without it. But once you get used to it it’s actually not that hard. But I had
a really lovely time and J’s family is really nice and easy to talk to. The
concert was good; and even though it’s not what I really listen to when I am at home I
think it’s interesting and fun to try something new. Though I must say that the
cathedral has the worst benches EVER! (I am somewhat surprised that people go to masses
again and again because even if I was religious I’m not sure I would survive
weekend after weekend on those benches. Believe it or not, I care about my arse!)
I also never said anything about how I got a piece in the
Westmeath Examiner. It all happened when I came back after Christmas in
Denmark. A woman contacted me on Facebook and told me she had read my blog and
thought it was interesting to see Ireland/Mullingar through a foreigner’s point
of view. So she came by The Cottage one day to have a chat with me. She even told me I could come by the office
for a day and see how it was around there and that I could come to court with
her too. I haven’t done any of those things though. I was planning on doing it,
but now I don’t really think it’ll have the time. Anyway that was how the
article happened. I’ve had some great responses on the article and it was quite
fun to be the centre-point in an article.
And now to something that has been on my mind since my
parents visited me in December. They stayed at Annebrook in Mullingar for two
nights and at Davenport in Dublin for one night. Both hotels didn’t have any hot
water in the mornings which I find quite weird. It’s rather normal to want to
take a shower when you wake up, and I have to admit that it’s the first time I’ve
ever heard of hotels that didn’t have hot water in the mornings. If that is
just normal here in Ireland I think they should get it fixed, because there is
nothing to say about it other than very poor service. I don’t know if we were
just unlucky, but it’s just weird if something was wrong at two different
hotels in two different cities.
I will now enjoy the last few weeks I have left here and
hopefully I’ll be able to see a few things before I leave. However I promise to
keep updating my blog as long as I am in Ireland. But when I get back to
Denmark it’ll probably be the end of Mullingar Diaries, as it will be hard to
write about my time here when I’m no longer here.
Take care x
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