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exsequarMy name is Anne, and I am a Dublinoholic.
Emily (American friend from Ireland) told me today about a program that gives you a four month work permit for Ireland if you are a student or just graduated. I want to do it. I want to do it so badly I can taste it.
I then called my dad and had a long, fraught conversation about my future. Sometimes my daddy throws me for a loop. Essentially by the end of the conversation i had decided against taking the GRE and applying to grad school now, and I hung up the phone and started sobbing. He told me that with my brother entering college next year, he and my mom will not be able to support me financially. THey just won't. That was the first time that was spelled out for me. And I am scared, okay. Fucking terrified. This is the first time my life has had a blank slate and I have no idea what to do with it. Which is why I get whiplash every time I talk to someone new and get new ideas and perspectives.
The one thing I know for myself is this: I want to be back in Dublin. There's no question about that one. So if I can go there, maybe live with a friend, and have a job, even if it is just a waitress or bartender, well. I want t odo that.
I then proceeded to look at Ireland job listings and get drunk on Bushmills whiskey.
Why am I stressing out so much about this? It's SEPTEMBER. Fucking hell.
Bed now.
Emily (American friend from Ireland) told me today about a program that gives you a four month work permit for Ireland if you are a student or just graduated. I want to do it. I want to do it so badly I can taste it.
I then called my dad and had a long, fraught conversation about my future. Sometimes my daddy throws me for a loop. Essentially by the end of the conversation i had decided against taking the GRE and applying to grad school now, and I hung up the phone and started sobbing. He told me that with my brother entering college next year, he and my mom will not be able to support me financially. THey just won't. That was the first time that was spelled out for me. And I am scared, okay. Fucking terrified. This is the first time my life has had a blank slate and I have no idea what to do with it. Which is why I get whiplash every time I talk to someone new and get new ideas and perspectives.
The one thing I know for myself is this: I want to be back in Dublin. There's no question about that one. So if I can go there, maybe live with a friend, and have a job, even if it is just a waitress or bartender, well. I want t odo that.
I then proceeded to look at Ireland job listings and get drunk on Bushmills whiskey.
Why am I stressing out so much about this? It's SEPTEMBER. Fucking hell.
Bed now.
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Date: 2008-09-20 06:47 am (UTC)I'm just trying to take it slow, you know? Worst case, I get a job and work until I figure out what I want to do. We have time!
And seriously, seriously, I feel you on returning to the UK. I want to go back to London so badly. I know we've talked about this, but, yes. It totally bears repeating.