From time to time I post observations relating to our move back to the US after 12 years in Ireland. From the culture to ourselves, many many things seem different. This is my take on it. Views and observations are my own and only my own. They are simply observations and musings, not facts or absolutes to any one place or environment.
So many ways to say the same thing. It gets confusing sometimes.
I’m seriously considering carrying a flask with me. A flask of milk. A flask of milk for my tea.
When I ask for “tea” here they assume it’s iced tea unless specified, “Hot Tea.”
It’s possible we stand too close to people in lines.
People seem to need a lot more personal space to pass each other in aisles. I’ll be standing there and someone will be waiting for me to move so they can get by while I’m thinking that two additional people could get by with all that space there.
While in a car waiting to pick up kids from school, people leave loads more space between cars here. I have to stay calm and not get stressed about all that wasted space. We were always in need of more space in Ireland. Always. But not here. There is a lot of space. I still can’t help myself from saying, “Stop wasting all that space!” It’s a good thing my car windows are rolled up or they would be like, “Who’s that weird lady yelling about space over there?” But thankfully, they probably wouldn’t hear me because of all the space between our cars.
I must remember to smile back when random people smile at me.
People seem so outwardly friendly. I’m not used to that outgoing nature.
There are so many different words here that sometimes I can’t talk and people look at me funny. Whoever said, “It’s so good you get to speak English in Ireland” like it’s the same thing, needs to know, it’s not the same English. No joke. *
Where we are located, it doesn’t seem like people are used to dealing with people who are unfamiliar with how to do things in America. Please be patient with me.
I heard a foreign accent the other day and immediately felt at home and wanted to be friends with them.
I am tired. Learning a new place and relearning my birth culture (if you can call moving to a new, and very different, region 12 years later relearning. Not so sure about that.) is exhausting. Time for some sleep.
Nothin’ like a proper cuppa.
*The Irish predominantly speak a dialect of English known as Hiberno English.
Now cobwebs and rain (and where I live rain is so very common that it’s just not positive) are two things that independently can seem ugly. But this one morning, these two things put together definitely made something beautiful to see!
I think Ugly is a better header for today’s challenge. It’s definitely a, make you pick your head up and look twice, kind of heading. But the point is to start. Because without starting something, even though it’s in bits and pieces and ugly, you’ll never get to anywhere beautiful.
Now that is inspiring and encouraging to me.
I’m taking this as an encouragement and a refreshment in attitude towards a piece that I’ve been working on yet it’s all in peices. It’s getting long and I have no idea how to piece it together. I have the beginning, ending and some of the middle. I even have 500 words of a part that after consideration, doesn’t seem to fit in at all. So, I’m going to commit to seeking out piecing this thing together. I’ll look forward to updating you once I’m done.
In the meantime… click here for a short thought on Ugly.
Oh, and a few days back I skipped a few days in these postings…
As I’ve been processing things in this challenge I’ve given myself permission to enjoy the days that I’ve posted without the pressure to “do it all”. When that pressure starts happening the fun and growth and joy in it seems to quickly dampen and that’s just no good. So, I’m incorporating those days in the challenge into my overall posture and just moving ahead and enjoying the view from where I am. (This is not as easy as it sounds but it is oh so refreshing!)