My first night in Ireland

It was quite an adventure. I went to Ireland alone, to work and live for a while. I didn’t know anyone there. I didn’t have a job waiting for me. But I’ve decided I’m going to give it a shot anyways.

It was spring 2015. What an unusual feeling that was. I wasn’t afraid or anything like that, it was one of those things you just knew you had to do. I remember we had a family lunch and I had just bought a ticket before the meal and said: ‘I bought it.’ You could just sence the sadness in the air. From their side and mine, too. It wasn’t one of those happy moments. I guess they were still hoping I was going to back down, up until that moment.

Accommodation in Dublin that I found before my trip fell apart. It was such a stress.  But 3 days before my arrival I found a room through a facebook page, in the apartment with 3 guys I didn’t know. Some will say crazy, but I guess when you don’t have a choice, you just go with the flow and hope for the best.

I said my goodbyes and it was time. 30 March.
My new roommate said he was going to pick me up from the airport. So I got out of a plane, and there are no friends or family to pick me up. I’m not going home. There’s only a guy  I’ve never met waiting for me to take me to our new apartment. It was night time, around 10.30 pm, and it was raining. He didn’t have a car. We were travelling for a long time, changing buses. I didn’t see much of Dublin, just the dark. And rain. Not a good start.

When we got to the apartment, they showed me my room.  It was just wardrobe and 2 beds with mattresses. No sheets. And the room didn’t have the keys. After I unpacked, the invited me to the living room for a pizza. It was nice, we ate and chatted a bit, getting to know each other and I realized they were nice bunch of people. But when I went to bed, I was a bit afraid, and since I didn’t have the keys to the room,  I kept small nail scissors next to my bed, just in case 😀 What a weapon, hey?

Anyways, no one was a serial killer. I guess you just need to have faith in people. And a little bit of luck.

Dublin

 



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