We thought we were behind on making our flight yesterday so we parked in long-term parking. we had no clue it would be about four million miles to the international terminal! Or that we would have to pay $25 per day to use the lot. It was definitely a disappointing experience, when we couldn’t planned ahead and parked somewhere in Millbrae, CA where family friends could keep an eye on my car. When we finally made it off the shuttle and into our gate, we had 45 minutes til take-off. They started boarding the plane less than ten minutes after we sat down, which took maybe ten more minutes. So, we were set to leave on time and arrive earlier than expected! “How exciting,” I mused, but it was not to be… our pilot taxied for half an hour before pulling back to the gate because they had heard rattling in the cargo hold; obviously something that need to be addressed before we took off. However, the crew fixed that and found some other thing that needed to be fixed, of course, and then they had to replenish fuel…so we sat for about an extra hour in the plane just waiting to take off. Needless to say, we were uncomfortable for a lot of extra time. Especially leading to a 10 hour flight!
When we finally reached our destination after many movies, videos and a few hours of reading, we we jet lagged and fucking sore. I think I dozed off here and there while trying to sleep but I never really managed a true nap… D never even really tried to sleep.
His family were waiting to meet us at Dublin airport and they were growing impatient that we’d never arrived, or at least his little niece was. But we were about two hours later than we’d planned to arrive, so it’s understandable for a six year old to feel that way. She even drew us the cutest “welcome” sign, which I don’t think anyone has done for me. My mom might’ve when I was younger and coming home from Germany, but I don’t remember…
The moment I’ve been so so so nervous about is over. I’ve met Mrs. T. And D’s sister and youngest niece. Sweeter than Georgia peaches! I felt like I already knew them five years, they were so easy and welcoming. We got back to Mrs. T’s home and had coffee and nibbles with the three generations of lovely ladies. It was so relaxing, though I felt like I’d fall asleep in my brown bread.
After his sister and niece left, we had a nap which really helped only a little. And let me tell you, I knocked out for two hours, but woke up completely exhausted still. Being awake for over 24 hours will do that to you, though. Actually today I’m still suffering the dreaded jet lag, but sitting in the car on our way to Kerry is making it worse. I estimate it’s a 5-6 hour car ride down. We left at 12:30 ish and I wrote this post at 5:30, still in the car. We did take a lunch break to stretch and pee and chat a bit. I felt like I’d have rather walked for two days; my body is just screaming.
I already miss my little princess butt nugget, Jane, so I’m including the pictures my mom and Uncle sent me when I begged last night.
It’s been over a year since I made this plan to be employed by Halloween and here we are, I have the same job I got shortly after I wrote this post. It’s been an interesting year! I’ve gotten a job, and a second job, more recently. My boyfriend and I moved in together officially and now, I’m finally meeting his mother in two days from now. We fly out on Wednesday and arrive in Dublin, Ireland on Thursday. I’m actually very excited, but insanely nervous, too. I’ve never gone so long without meeting a boyfriend’s mother, usually I meet her within months, not years. It doesn’t help that my boyfriend is clearly nervous, too. He says he’s never brought a girl home to Ireland before at 39, which I still find hard to believe, but he never lies to me.
Anyway, I am very excited to go the land of fairy rings and folklore; I’ve always wanted to go. I’ve been in love with all things Irish since I watched The Boondock Saints my junior year of high school. It’s definitely one of my all-time favorite movies. If you’re unfamiliar, please do yourself a favor and just buy it and the sequel. You can use my affiliate link here:
It really is an amazing movie, if you’re okay with violence and all. My boyfriend could be the third brother in this movie, it’s kind of hilarious to me actually. I’ve never looked for that kind of bad boy with a good heart kind, but they’re all I’ve ever fallen for, of course. I think I may actually have to turn the movie on while I pack tonight! While it’s set in Boston, not Ireland, I can’t help but want to listen to their accents, since the brothers are from Ireland. It’s all I’ll hear while I’m in Ireland, you know!
A couple months back, our apartment was fresh and new to us, I bought a curtain rod and sheers. They were never hung up until this Wednesday. And while it took a long time to happen, they do look kind of cute now. Unfortunately being a short person compared to our lovely high ceilings, I couldn’t reach the top on a chair. At least not while holding a drill! I didn’t want to buy a ladder for one project with nowhere to store it afterward.
So I made D do it. This is why it took so long to happen! I asked him and he said ok, but then he decided we had too long of a curtain rod and it wouldn’t fit the way I wanted, which I still question even now. Anyhow, I bought three short curtain rods instead, and D finally took down the blinds, which we now have to store somewhere…then put up the curtains. I bought all sheers which I don’t think was the best plan, but when I bought then I didn’t think we would have to take the blinds down. The curtain rods we have up right now just didn’t come out far enough from the molding to go around the blinds, so I’ll have to add another layer of curtains or something.so this is the finished product.
Relationships are notoriously difficult, especially the living together with someone for the first time kind. When you’re both kinda lazy and messy, it’s even more difficult to keep your home clean. It’s hard to see your apartment and not want to have guests over. Especially if it’s because of a butt to seating ratio. It makes you a little crazy thinking there’s nothing you can do to fix the problem because nagging your cohabitant will just end up with major push-back and probably more messes.
BUT, the tip I have for anyone worried about this type of situation is: choose your battles wisely, my dear. Do you love this person more than you hate the mess? Even clean-freak Monica Gellar from Friends was able to make it work. Of course, her favorite thing in life was cleaning, while her worst nightmare was someone messing up the work she’d just done. If you can just suck it up and clean up after your person, do so; if not, have a conversation about it.
Hiring a cleaning service is probably a favorable choice for us. I’m getting to the point where it might just be the ticket. It’s so expensive to live in San Francisco that I see no reason why I shouldn’t enjoy being in my apartment and if you don’t think an extra $100 a month isn’t worth that, you’re sadly mistaken. I’m not a very busy person, but I think that having someone else do a thorough cleaning once or twice a month might be beneficial for people like us. Just so that we get used to living in a clean spot. Then it’s all about maintenance, right?
A few other things that may be beneficial for us are some extra storage in certain places. A coat rack in the hallway and maybe a storage bench to throw my blankets in, since draping them on the couch seems to invite us to throw our clothes on the couch at the end of the day.
Some cute options I found on Amazon, with my affiliate link: