Archive | September, 2013

Oh my god are you messing?!?

27 Sep

27-09-13 I was made the happiest girl in the world. My wonderful boyfriend and soul mate proposed and of course I said yes!
I never knew Mark could be so romantic. At about 4pm I got a text from Mark saying he was swamped with work and he wouldn’t get home till late. Great I thought I’ll go home, have a bath, have a sneaky bit of chocolate and chill out.
Little did I know Mark had snuck home to decorate the house and track my iPhone. He knew exactly where I was. As I approached the house it was completely dark so I wandered off down to the postbox and watched the kids in the swimming pool ( little did I know poor Mark was waiting on bended knee knowing I was close to the house)
So I arrived at the door and do you think I had my keys ready? Noooo, there i was standing outside rooting for ages for my keys.
Finally I got the door open and well I was only gob-smacked.

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Mark had laid out 96 tea lights in a path to him waiting with a bunch of flowers and the ring. I cried and cried. Happy tears of course and obviously my answer was yes!

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So we spent the evening facetiming all the family back home. And my lovely cousin and her boyfriend had us over for drinks. Absolutely amazing day and I’m still on cloud 9

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And out of nowhere it just hits you . . . Damn homesickness

9 Sep

Homesickness, the current bane of my life. It’s like a ninja. One minute your feeling fine and then bam outta nowhere it hits you. At times I think I’m my own worst enemy. Take this morning for example, while on my way to work i like to read the news. I especially love the journal.ie for their quirky articles. So this morning I open my app and start to read an article about stuff you miss from Ireland and I found myself getting a little upset.
To anyone who was sitting beside me it looked like I was getting upset about batch bread, heck I don’t even like batch bread. I remember turning my nose up at it when my mum used to buy it, but because I was away from home and this article was about things you miss i thought it was only fair that I identify with everything on that list.
In work I’m no longer allowed to talk to the home sick students because I over sympathise with them. “Oh you didn’t come to class cause you felt homesick? Oh I totally understand that and I know what you mean” rather then taking the firm stance of if you don’t go to class I’m gonna report to the department of immigration.
I think the only way to help with the homesickness is to keep busy. I find at idle moments i daydream about home, I hear a song on the way to work or a certain smell will remind me of home and all I can think is please let me go home. I’ll be honest though now I’m working its not happening as often but sometimes it just sneaks up and I think what the hell am I doing out here.
We’re away from home nine months this month and it is getting easier but I know Xmas is going to be one tough battle, so if I can stay away from home sick students and soppy articles about stuff i miss I’ll be aces 👍

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