So, how's life now? Is a question I have been asked a lot lately. People want to know how long I have been back for, if my parents moved back as well, if I'm going to college, where I am living, do I miss Ireland.. the list goes on. The practical questions are easy to answer, I've been back for a few months, my parents didn't move with me, I'm in college, living with my auntie and no, I don't miss Ireland. That last one usually comes as a bit of a shock to some people. But I don't understand why - it was never my choice to move over there. Sure I had my friends, parents and dog, but my family and 'real' friends have always been here. Quite frankly, I only talk to a few people from Ireland on a regular bases now - my best friend and my parents. To be honest, I'm not even surprised. You just find out who your real friends are through experiences like this - I honestly feel like every person only has a handful of people who truly care about them. But, enough with the heavy talk.
Another question I have been asked as well is if I am happy here. The answer is yes, finally! I went through a very difficult time in Ireland and now I can honestly say that I am enjoying life again. I love the freedom I have here in the Netherlands, I am enjoying college, love being around the people that I have known for years, met so many amazing new friends and most of all, love being independent. I'm glad I chose to make this move, even though I left my parents in a different country. They are only a plane ride away, so it's not too bad. The only thing I wish I could have done is bring my dog, but I guess I'll just have to kidnap her the next time I'm there.
I always talk about my time in Ireland in a negative way, but now that I finally got out of there I can see a few positive things that have happened to me. First of all, I grew up - I'm not a little girl anymore! I learnt some very valuable life lessons and also had the time in the world (literally) to find out who I really am. I know it sounds all philosophical and cliché, but it's true. Finally, I do appreciate the fact that I learned how to speak English, with Shakespeare, Dickinson, Yeats and the whole lot. Even though my Dutch spelling went out the window, I can now write ridiculously long essays and understand even the most annoying Irish accents. Who wouldn't want that?
I guess what I'm trying to say is that even though I've been through a tough time, it all worked out in the end because I did'n't give up. This is what my tattoo symbolises as well - move on, don't look back.
'Move on, don't look back'
Anyway, I feel like this post can almost be classified as an essay now, so congrats if you made it to the end.
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