Finding the Sea

You know, recording all of your experiences and sharing them with the public is nice. Yes, people that care about you love to hear what your doing these days. I did exactly this when living in Ecuador. I shared what I was getting myself into everyday...But I am afraid I forgot to mention the meaning of all of those experiences and how it has shaped my way of thinking. No, I am not going to go back through each of my blogs from Ecuador and define what they mean to me. Ecuador is in the past now. I may refer to a specific time here and there, but no worries. I will not repeat myself.

What I am going to do is begin to share with you my emotions of the decisions I make and the aftermath of my adventures of living here in Ireland. What do you think?

About two weeks in-I was getting so called "antsy." I was ready to taste the salt, hear the sound, feel the gritty, rocky sand...I was ready. I was primed to find the sea.

Our, as in Mattia and I's, first little hiking adventure was a trip to Bray. We took the dart and headed to the coast. It was a bit cold and I wasn't quite sure what I was getting myself into. It was nice though. The feel I got from Bray was the old, run down, everything is closed, from the 90's feel. The cloudiness didn't help either. We hiked up the mountain and to the cliffs of the sea. Ah..there it is. The openness of who knows. You have to wonder...what's out there? As I felt the cold wind blow in my ears, the adrenaline rushing to my heart, I felt it. I felt the calm after the storm. No more culture shock. I have and am making the right decision of moving here. Just a simple breath of fresh air is all I needed in that moment.

Howth. Now, for those Southerners from the states, this is not pronounced like you think. Pronounce it as "Houwth." Howth is another little town on the outskirts of Dublin that is a must-see. There is a seaport with many boats, fun little seals, and a nice trail along the cliffs to walk. My first feel was-color. A nice sunny, yet another cold, kind of day, the colors popped! The boats, the people, the sea, food, everything! As I am sitting here writing this blog, the gray sky and falling rain hitting my window seal... its not that exciting, but is motivating to write about a colorful day. This is what you have to do sometimes. Reflect back on a specific time or day and even fast forward to something you imagine that gives you a sense of warmth and comfort. Wa-la!

Continuing to job search, listen to my music, a little art, and some chocolate...I think the rest of my day will be filled with colors!

Wanderlust: Finding ways to keep yourself motivated, happy to be where you are, and to keep going.