Leaving

I thought it would take me a lot longer to pack all of my stuff, but it went surprisingly quick. I’m not bringing a whole lot of stuff other than clothes, some books, Arrested Development/The Office DVD’s, and my new journal (thanks Jessica.) I imagine I probably forgot something, bu at the moment I think I’m pretty well set.

I had a dream last night about doing laundry in Ireland. I dreamt that it cost me 20 euros to use the laundromat and I was too poor to do it. So I had to figure out how to do my laundry in the sink…in which case all my clothes shrunk down to leprechaun proportions and I was left with only the clothes I had. Stupid dream, I know…but  it made me start to think about stuff like that. What happens if I hate Irish food? Am I just not going to eat or do I hope they happen to have Top Ramen and go back to my old Oregon diet of english muffins and ranch dip?

Just some things I’m gonna have to figure out, I suppose.

I’m driving to Gilroy tonight to stay with my Grandparents. I’m excited about being in California for the next week. I’m really looking forward to seeing Tim, Brandon, David Torrence, Dylan, and maybe even Nick if he answers his phone. Hopefully all goes well with the Irish Consulate. That’s pretty much going to be the make or break point  deciding on how long I’m going to be staying. If they grant me a work visa, there’s a good chance I’ll be there for a while. If they don’t, however, I’m pretty much just going to be winging it as long as my money will last me. Either way I’m going to be enjoying myself. It’s a win-win situation. Either stay and work in ireland, or go on a month long vacation touring Europe. I can’t lose.

Wish me luck. I hope it’s not snowing in Truckee when I cross into California. I don’t want to have to turn back.  Not yet at least.

Ireland

Jesus - less than two weeks.

I’m not even excited anymore. I’m just flat out scared. What the hell am I going to do once I get there. I’m gonna land…and then what? Walk around the airport, look for a bus and ask if it’s gonna happen to take me near a hostel? Then walk into said hostel, ask for a room and go to sleep? Wake up the next day and then what?…walk around and look for an apartment while dragging around my luggage?

Then what?

God help me.