Happy St. Patrick’s Day! The one day of the year everyone has the privilege of calling themselves Irish. I’m lucky enough to be both Canadian AND Irish, 365 days a year.
St. Patrick’s Day has always been very special to me. Both of my parents were born and raised in Ireland and the majority of my family live there. I had the pleasure of visiting Ireland as a baby (don’t remember that trip!), as a young girl and as an adult when I went back in 2005 for my cousin Trish’s wedding. Ireland is such a beautiful country, I look forward to taking my husband there for his first REAL visit because a layover at the airport in Shannon doesn’t count!
This year St Patrick’s Day takes on a whole new meaning for me. Today marks my first anniversary of living in The States : ) My husband got back from his 2nd tour in Iraq this time last year and on St Patrick’s Day 2010 we loaded up my Pontiac G5 and drove 5.5 hours from the Greater Toronto Area to Ann Arbor, Michigan.
*Please note I do not hate the Wolverines I just find the above picture hilarious*
It’s been a crazy year and I can’t believe how fast it’s gone by. We bought our first car in April, a Ford naturally. In May I was able to find a well paying, albeit unsatisfying, full-time job. Richard was able to get his job at Target transferred from Buffalo to Ann Arbor soon after. In September, Richard started his journey into post-secondary education and was able to rock it all the way onto the Dean’s List. In November we began our search for our first home and yesterday we put in an offer on the perfect home for us (fingers crossed we get it!).
So much has happened in the past year and so little as well. We haven’t developed a social life outside of each other due to our bizarre schedules. Living in America can get lonely at times because I miss all of my friends and family back home, but being in a new place where no one knows me is also kind of liberating and offers the freedom for me to do whatever I want.
My experience in Michigan has been challenging at times — my heart does belong in Canada — but I’m making the best of it. I hope that next St Patrick’s Day I’ll be writing about decorating my new house, my amazing new job and all of the fun, *young* people I’ve met. I should be OK, especially since I have all of that Irish luck backing me up, right?
Sláinte and Happy St Patrick’s Day!