I haven’t traveled much during my time here in London, primarily because I’m so busy balancing work and my course load. However, I recently ventured back to Dublin (AKA my second home) to catch up with my little #IrishFam. I hadn’t visited Dublin since November! I was overdue for a visit.
It was my friend Lochlainn’s birthday, so our little group road tripped to the countryside and rented out a cozy townhome. We stayed up till 5 playing board games, eating cake, and concocting boozy drinks. I can’t help but feel a little sad that I can’t make memories with these people more often, but I do appreciate the time we do get together! As my time abroad goes on and comes to an end for what seems to be the last time, I do love that I’ve been able to stay so close to my Ireland friends, my OG Europeans!
One thing that has changed about Dublin’s landscape is that the number of Texas imports is increasing! I got lunch one afternoon in trendy Ballsbridge with a girl I went to high school with, Khaki (who is now in Dublin doing the Working Holiday Visa). Khaki and I never even exchanged a bless you in high school, but nothing instantly bonds you like being in a foreign country at the same time. It was somewhat surreal to be able to make references while in Ireland to our old lives- our shared neighborhood back home, and to just talk about how much we miss Chick-Fil-A. I also hung out with my friend Shelby, who I went to university with in Texas, and her hilarious German hubs at their adorable newlywed flat. I frikin’ love being around them because they. are. so. funny! Germans don’t seem to have a filter so her husband is constantly saying super direct things that just crack me tf up. I love it.
This coming fall, I have another friend going to Ireland for grad school, and another friend going on a Working Holiday Visa to teach. As the OG Ireland invader, I’d like to think that all this international livin’ has a little something to do with me (LOL, that’s cocky…). If anything, I hope I’ve made international livin’ seem less scary for those wanting to adventure abroad! Do it! It’s so worth it. Email me. Let’s get u dere, shawty.
I’ve been asked who inspired me to come abroad the first time and the anti-climatic answer is no one, really? I do remember watching Madeline about 700 times on VHS when I was little, and I would spend hours perfecting Madeline’s British accent (British accent…? Yet Madeline is supposed to be French…? The things we notice when we’re older…). I actually got so good at the accent my dad would make me speak to his British co-workers with it, something that was almost as embarrassing for me as when he would drive me to kindergarten on his motorcycle. Five-year-old Monique actually begged for Madeline’s shoulder length haircut, and I lamented the fact that I wasn’t an orphan living in a Parisian boarding school. It’s just not fair. Why do I have to have parents. DADDY. I want a boarding house too! So… I guess since 1998, when the movie came out and my kinder friends were still having accidents, I knew I was destined for a filled passport.
Well. I guess you could say I was probably inspired by Madeline. Thanks, Madeline. U rock.
I think that’s enough rambling now. I’m sitting in a cafe in South Kensington waiting for my friends to show up for brunch, so I guess I should go find them now…