Time & Confusion

A blog dedicated to my random, sarcastic and beautiful life.

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What I Learned in Boating School Is...

It’s been a few months since I last posted, and I can honestly attribute that to the countless hours I spent working this past summer. It’s safe to say I spent more time filling papers, answers phones and staring at cement walls, painted with horrible off blue paint, that I did actually having a summer. My days started before the sun came up and normally ended well after it had set. Did I mention I worked in a dungeon? No windows, except the front door which faced a cement walkway…but it was lovely I swear!

Back to the case at point, it’s well past time for a bit of an update on my crazy life. My journey this past summer started off in late May when I returned back to Pennsylvania for a summer internship, and finding time to recharge. The summer proved to be a bit more chaotic and stressful then I had intended. Of course with anything in life, I learned a great deal, not only about myself but also about the people in my life, both past and present. My internship, while demanding and stressful was a wondering learning opportunity. I had the chance to meet some great people, to work in new environments, and learned to trust in the fact that customer service is always important, no matter what industry you are in. Being kind to people, will always get your further in life. Between working crazy hours, and the lack of sleep, I did manage to get in time with my family and friends. While it wasn’t as much as I would have liked too, it’s not always quantity, but quality that matters. I also managed to:

·         Slip in a few vacations

·         got to see my baby brother graduate his Army training

·         conquer Savannah with a good friend

·         go crazy in my own backyard with my favorites

·         attend my 10th year of Warped Tour which was perfect as always

·         met lots of new people, reconnect with old ones

·         made peace with parts of my pasts

·         found some great new places to eat, to shop and to explore

·         managed to get a killer tan

·         road tripped just about the entire Eastern half of the United States

·         found a new hatred for driving

·         got to hug my parents

·         Watch my nephews, niece and goddaughter grow…even if it was just for a short time.

·         Laughed, cried and got lost too many times

·         Found that friends will be there for you, even when you don’t expect it and people are always willing to help those, who want to help themselves

·         Learned that home can be two different places

Lastly and most importantly, I learned this summer that sometimes going home, is exactly what you need to keep pushing you forward.

  I’ve been back in Dublin for over a week now, and of course it’s been all smiles. I forgot how much I adore this city in the 3 months I was gone. There are so many small things about this place, that add to its charm and character. From the sheer kindness of the people here, to the mass diversity of the city and its residents, to my college so small yet filled with students with such big ideas, the food, the coffee, the shit weather, and my little nook in Rathmines with my favorite California’s and the rest of my little family here. It’s so wonderful to be back.

I think that should just about cover it. Enough to get all these crazy thoughts swirling in my head down, and have something to look back on. I hope this updates you if you’re reading or care to know what’s been going on. I’m heading into my final year of my Bachelors and cannot believe it’s here. This year, of course will not be without its challenges and changes, but I’m welcoming them with open arms.

 Til Next Time

Cheers

A6

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Sometimes you end up back where you started...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been a very determined kid. And I’ve always had this thing about plans, and how things are supposed to go. The right and wrong way, and when something didn’t go the way it was supposed to, it seemed as though World War 3 would dawn upon me. But then, slowly I began to realize, that regardless of what you think is supposed to happen or not supposed to happen, regardless of these so called “plans”, somewhere between it all…life happens, and the world keeps spinning. Something bad might happen, and you’ll find yourself completely destroyed, but do you know what? You go to bed that night, and the next morning the sun has risen again. And life goes on, weather you’re ready or not. Things don’t simply stop being, just because you didn’t go straight from point A to point B. Because that diversion to point F on the way to point B, may have changed the course of your entire life for the better. Or maybe, you were meant to fall down 6 times and stand up 7, just to learn a lesson about how to properly walk down Dublin streets. (The proper way is with your head down, the sidewalks are so unleveled! ). What I’m trying to get at here, is that sometimes The Best Laid Plans of Mice & Men, Often Go Astray. For the past year, I’ve been trying to live my life more open, and to be willing to adapt, to change, to grieve, to laugh, to love, and to take on whatever life might throw at me.

I don’t talk about it often, but I suffer from depression. It’s not something to normally bring up in daily conversation, but this year, it hit me hard. Being away from home, dealing with death, with lose, with ex’s, I found myself wanting to stay in bed all day, and try and sleep away the weeks. There were countless days of forced smiles, too much drinking, and excuses to escape into social media so I didn’t have to deal with the world around me. So, I made the decisions to come back to Pennsylvania for the summer with the mind set of trying to recharge myself, to re-ground myself and to look ahead to what lies next for me after my final year in Dublin. I kept this decision quiet for a multitude a reasons, one of the main reasons was I felt a bit embarrassed. Here I was, moving abroad, trying to conquer the world and my plan was not working out how I’d hope. But how could I know that I’d deal with a break up there, how could I know I’d lose my grandparents there, how could I know that finding a job in the city is so incredibly hard. I couldn’t know, and that’s just the thing. All the expectations I had about Dublin, I put on myself. I set out on this plan, and didn’t allow for any leeway.

So here I am, I’ve been back home for about a month now and my…has it been a journey. I managed to land a pretty sweet internship this summer, with a pretty sweet company, I’ve had the chance to hug both of my parents and finally be able to be there for them and talk about the death of their parents, giving all of us some much needed time to heal, I’ve got plans to see my baby brother graduate from Army basic training, I’m getting to spend time with my best friends, seeing my god daughter, my nephews and niece, I’m laughing, I’m reminiscing, I’m making new memories, and I’m learning that more than anything this past year, I’ve changed so much as a person. I’ve learned that sometimes, going home is a good thing. I’ve learned that it’s okay not to have a plan, and even if you do, it’s okay if you don’t follow it. I’ve learned that life will happen and sometimes you end up back where you started. But this, this does not discourage me from following my heart, and my ambitions. While being back in the good ole’ 717 is a much needed break, Dublin has officially stolen my heart and I cannot wait to get back to the city at the end of the summer. It’s a blessing to know, two incredible towns can feel like home. And that if I ever need to recharge, or if I ever stray too far from my path, I have a little place here to fall back to.

There are so many adventures yet to come this summer, and I’m pushing ahead full steam, with a real smile on my face this time. Stay tuned for what’s next, and thanks for reading.

 Cheers

A6

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Its gonna be May...

I cannot believe it’s May! It seems like just yesterday the journey to Dublin was a distant dream. But here we are, spring finals completed, plane tickets booked and plans for the summer commencing. How in the hell did we get here? The past 8 and ½ months has seen so many new adventures, new friends and memories made, and the understanding of all the amazing things yet to come.

Well then, what has my sassy self been up to since last time? After dealing with the loss of a few family members, I took some time to breathe, grieve and find things to smile about again. I’ve been steadily feeding my inner foodie trying out tons of new coffee shops, bars and restaurants in the city. A new favorite is Accents, a great late night coffee shop, right off of Grafton Street. It hosts big comfy chairs and couches, and banana bread to die for! My roommates and I have also been exploring our side of the city much more now that the weather has become a bit more bearable. Rathmines and Ranelagh are some of the best hidden gems of Dublin and hold such treasures. Bark bookstore and 1846 are top notch and totally worth checking out. My favorite local bar has been and will continue to be Blackbird. Great craft beer list (I’ve become a massive Belgian fan!), the most gorgeous bartenders, a chill laid back vibe, with excellent Star Wars and 80’s memorabilia everywhere. It’s a perfect locals spot and great for anyone visiting the city. On top of feeding my inner food, there have been some excellent adventures to Dun Laoghire and more wandering through North side, which still isn’t as good as the south side but has a few good things going for it. Dublin is somehow the biggest, yet smallest city in the world, it hosts a little something for everyone. I promise you, there is never a shortage of new things to do and see.

I believe I must touch on college a bit, this is after all why I’m here in the first place. I promise I do go to school, I’m not always exploring, eating and drinking…most days! For every college student, the last few weeks of the semester signal the turning in of final projects, exams and hell week. After 4 group projects, a thesis proposal report and final exams…I am officially done. Grading takes forever with these Irish so there’s still an edge of your seat feeling for the next month or so. I can happily say after a year at ACD, I’ve never enjoyed a college setting more. The college has turned into a second home and the people there, like family. I’ll be starting my senior year of college this September and knowing my undergrad is in reach, makes me smile and cringe all at once. Those student loans you know….killer aren’t they? But never the less, it’ll all be worth it, even if I am in debt until I’m 80.  

 So readers, that just about sums up the previous few weeks of adventures. What’s next you ask, just wait and see. This summer is bound to be one of the best…

 Until Next Time

Cheers

A6

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What it means to lose someone you love, 3000 miles from home.

Death is never easy, and it is unfortunately a part of life. Early on I believe most of us experience death with a family pet, maybe a goldfish or a hamster. I think at a young age we learn, nothing lasts forever. But we carry on our days and we live, we grow, we fall in love, we laugh, we cry and then bam, death hits you. Like a ton of bricks we lose a friend or a family member. And out of nowhere life doesn’t make sense for a while. I’m not very religious but in some way, I hope that when we leave this world, I’d like to believe at least we get to carry on somewhere else. Maybe not necessarily heaven but somewhere happy. Somewhere, that our souls can be free.

February 4th, 2016 my grandfather, Edward passed away. He was one of the strongest men I’d ever known. A World War 2 veteran, a father, grandfather and great grandfather, a hardworking, world traveled, artist, husband, and incredible man. I received a call from my mom the morning of February 4th with the news of his passing, and for the first time in my life, I experienced the loss of someone I loved. I was and still am 3000 miles away from home studying in Ireland. I couldn’t make it home for the funeral, I couldn’t make it home to be there for my mom, and all I could was be here in Dublin. It’s unsettling to know you’ll never get to say those final goodbyes that all that’s left now is a headstone of where they lay.

April 1st, 2016 my grandmother, Joan aka Granny, passed away. She was my dad’s mom and my god was she a spit fire. She was beautiful in such a classic way, she raised her children on her own, she was hardworking, she was loving, her sweet song voice and contagious smile could light up any room and she always had a way of finding the bright side of any situation. For the second time in two months, I lost someone else I loved, someone who without them, I wouldn’t be here today. I thought I’d know how to handle losing someone again, but it’s just as bad the next time around. And i’m guessing, will never get any easier. It still hurts to know I didn’t get to say my last goodbye, and that all I can do is be here in Dublin.

 For anyone that’s lost someone, you know. You know the feeling of that pain, of heartache, of remembering, of smiling through the tears, of being grateful for knowing them, of talking to them even though there not around, of grieving, of learning to let go and learning to live again without them. We will all experience this, multiple times through our lives. It’s something we can all relate too, it makes us all human. I’m incredibly grateful to have such a solid support system at home, no matter the time of day here or there I have people I can talk to. I’m also so thankful for the support system here in Ireland, of the friends who have turned into family, and most certainly my incredible roommates. Without so many of them, there is absolutely no way I could have made it through the past months. So here are the things I’ve learned when you lose someone you love, 3000 miles from home.

 1.       CRY IT THE FUCK OUT- Crying is okay at any point in the day. It’s essential, cry it out. Feel sad for the loss, cry when you need to and even when you don’t. It’s not healthy to hold it in and will help with the healing process in the long run.

2.       TALK- Talk about how your feeling, about the person you lost, about the memories you have of them, about the things you wish were different. Again, holding it in isn’t healthy and talking helps with the healing process. I learned that being away from home and getting to talk about my loss, encouraged me to open up about my grandparents more. I got to tell stories and share memories about these people with my new friends. I got to pass on their memory to people in my life who had never known them. It gave me a chance to really share the beauty and joy they had brought to my life.

3.       DON’T GIVE UP YOUR DREAMS- Keep living. Death is scary, and it’s okay to be afraid but you can’t spend every day too terrified to enjoy life because you’ve lost someone. Don’t feel guilty that you’re following your heart. Go live in their memory, embrace new challenges, do great things and know that they’d be proud.

4.       UNDERSTAND LOVE IS FELT, EVEN MILES AWAY- Know they loved you and knew how much you loved them. For me, this has been the hardest part. Because I don’t and will never get to say goodbye or tell them I love them one last time, and for many of us, especially when the death is so unforeseen we carry a lot of guilt, could have or should haves. I’m still working on accepting those things but I’m constantly reminded by my parent that they knew I loved them. And somewhere deep inside I do believe they did.

5.       EVERYONE HEALS DIFFERENTLY- This one, is something I’ve taken from my roommates and will continue to work on. I still feel guilty for not being at home during these times, for not being there for my parents and my family. But the thing is, no matter where you are when you lose someone, at home or far away, understanding and healing is all up to you. You as a person must learn to grieve, accept and move on, no matter who you are surrounded by. Dealing with death is an individual concept, we all process differently and all come to terms with things at different moments. Healing takes time and distance is simply just distance.

 So there it is. Until next time,

Cheers

A6

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Well shit...its been a while.

Well shit, I left you guys hanging…didn’t I? In all fairness, I did forewarn you that this might be a bit sporadic at times. Seeing as life just happens and this isn’t always my first priority. But alas, here we are, so let’s get you caught up…shall we

 So the last time I checked in, I was getting ready to head to Galway for the weekend with some friends. The trip was pretty incredible, mainly because of the company but the city itself was beautiful. Galway was about a 2 hour train ride from Dublin, short and sweet, the city itself was tiny. We managed to get everything done in a day or so, meaning there was lots of play time left. We of course hit up the Galway night life which was filled mainly with college students, a few locals and some wandering tourist. Galway sits on the West Coast of Ireland and isn’t too far from the Cliffs of Moher. The sea side town packs a punch with Spanish history, old castle ruins, Galway University (which has a pretty sweet students lounge), a gorgeous outdoor market every weekend and overall is just a nice gateway from Dublin for a few days. It takes a few hours to figure your way around the town and then you’ll be navigating it like a pro. So in a nut shell, that was Galway.

Up next…ST. PATRICKS DAY! I really wish I had some killer stories about the day but unfortunately I was sick with a sinus infection and tonsillitis. Now…this didn’t stop me from going out in the morning. So my roommates and I woke up on Patty’s day and went out for a full irish breakfast to kick off the day and of course had a few drinks. After, we got all dolled up to head into to the parade. The amounts of green, white and orange/gold, were incredible to see. This year in particular is a bit more special to Ireland as it’s the 100 year anniversary of the uprising against England for their independence. So while it was St. Patrick’s Day, it was also the kick off of many of the celebrations for the uprising. The amount of spirit in this city, the atmosphere and the vibe were unlike any I’ve ever felt before. It was so beautiful to see thousands out for the parade, decked out in Ireland’s colors and showing their support for this great country. After the parade, myself and my roomie hit up a local pub on the Northside with a few friends from college and then headed home. I crashed out for the rest of the day as I was literally dying, however everyone else I know went out that night and the stories they can back with, were just amazing. I’m so excited for next year, fingers crossed I won’t be sick!

 Now then, I think I’ve got you all caught up. The rest of my days are spent between college, hammering away at projects for finals coming up, the occasion work shift here and there and drinks…of course. The weather has finally come around here in Dublin and the sun is such a beautiful site to see. Im still waiting for the days I can wear my sun dresses and shorts again but I’m not holding my breath for that any time soon. All and all, life is good here. I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching lately as most 20 somethings do and I learned one major thing about myself. I’ve gone through some massive life changes the last 7 months or so, and many of them have really changed my perception about who I am and how I was living my life. For the last 4 years, I’ve been incredibly hard on myself and have carried around a lot of guilt for things that weren’t my fault. Dublin has really taught me to just let things go and enjoy life. If you want a cup of coffee, buy a cup of coffee. Want to go out and get shit faced? Just do it. See a cute guy at the club, just go tell him. I won’t feel guilty for doing things that make me happy, even if it is just a single moment of happiness. I’m having fun in life, and the moment it stops being fun…ill stop doing it. I refuse to feel guilty for embracing my journey. On that note Tumblr, I’m going to bid you goodbye. Lots of exciting things coming up the next few weeks or so and I’ve got a visit coming from a friend who I haven’t seen in over a year. Stay tuned…

Til Next Time

Cheers

A6

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Finding Reese’s Cups at 3 am on Grafton, and fuckface...

Today’s post doesn’t really have a theme.  And that’s okay because this is my blog and I’m a bit random most of the time.  So let’s first talk about the fact of finding Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and how it made me feel like I was at home again. Now, finding American chocolates in Dublin isn’t too hard, you need to look a bit more, and pay a bit more but its definitely doable. However, they never quite taste the same. I’m not sure if it’s due to shipping or the difference in FDA standards from the states to Ireland, regardless, anytime you find a Hershey Bar it’s a bit of a win. For many Americans, Hershey is nostalgic. For me, it was my backyard. I grew up not too far from Hershey and so school field trips to the amusement park were normal, random weekend trips to chocolate world happened, and driving through the town to get to upstate was standard. It is true what they say, the moment you drive into Hershey, the whole town smells like chocolate. So in my drunken adventures through Dublin this past weekend, I stumbled into a 24 hour shop (I would just like to add for my Americans reading, 24 hour shops are not really a thing here, so finding one is perfection). Back to the stumbling, I walked into the store and to my surprise were a box of Reese’s cup sitting pretty on the counter. I couldn’t resist. For a split second at 3 am on a rainy night, I found a little piece of my hometown, in my new home. It was a win for everyone that night, including my best friend who I was on the phone with. She just laughed at how excited I got. Well I just dedicated a full paragraph, plus some to the joys of chocolate. So onto more fun. Do you ever have someone from your past pop back into your life, and you sit and think to yourself, can you please fuck off? If you know me, you probably have a good guess as to who this is. Never the less, it’s at moments when they pop back in, I take a minute to reflect on how far I’ve come since certain situations and pause for understanding. Life has a funny way of knowing exactly how much you can take, even if you don’t think you’re strong enough. So with each new challenge presented, even if it’s someone popping back in to just fuck with your head a bit, we are given a chance to learn and grow. And that’s exactly what I’ll do. The last 6 months of my life have seen such change and growth. The biggest lesson I’ve taken from it all, is to never settle for less than what you deserve and then some. I spent so many years of my life putting myself second to a person who never really appreciated me or loved themselves enough to ever really love me.  And to that I say, never again. Life is too short as is to put your happiness aside. So it might mean falling in love again, it might mean moving to another country, it might even mean finding your hometown chocolate at 3 am, whatever it is. I try and find a bit of happiness in every day, something to make me smile. That’s it for now. I’m off to Galway this weekend with some friends to enjoy a new city, do a little adventuring and drink a bit… Cheers A6

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After October, you’ll always be damp...

#I had a slight idea when moving to Ireland that yes, it would always be a bit rainy. Although After living in London for 6 months, I thought I knew exactly the kind of weather I was walking into. My first mistake was ever thinking London and Dublin were the same, at all. I’ve been yelled at enough now to know that. My second mistake was thinking that just because there close in geographical location that the weather would ever be anything alike. Dublin in all its glory no matter how beautiful or how sunny it is outside, can produce the ugliest, gloomiest, wettest rain and weather no matter the day or time. It’s absolutely true what they say, you can experience all 4 seasons in an hour in this country. In the last 6 months it’s happened, more times than I count now. Now, being from the middle of the East Coast I’m used to snow, rain, hail, ice, the shit that comes along with the winter months. Dublin is a bit funny though, it gets cold enough to send a chill through your spin but oh wait it’ll never snow or really ice over. I’ve heard from countless locals and natives that Dublin really hasn’t seen snow in about 4 years. Which for an East Coast Kid is a bit sad, because as much as I like to bitch about snow, I do kind of miss it. So here we are smack dap in the middle of February and it’s just plain ugly out. On occasion we get a sunny few hours in the morning or as the sun is setting it’ll peak out over the city, causing a beautiful sunset especially over the canals. Regardless of the shit show that is the weather in Ireland, everyone learns to adapt and so have I. Just because it’s raining out is not a good excuse to miss class, or to miss going out for a few pints. You suck it up, slip on your still wet boots from earlier and march your way down to your favorite spot with your mates. It’s always hot enough in the pubs to dry everything out within a few hours anyway. You also learn that your jeans will never truly be dry again, there always seem to just be a dampness in the air, and at this points it a losing battle. So wet jeans it is! And finally, you can never win when it comes to an umbrella and the wind. After a storm has passed, walk down any street in the city and you’ll see countless umbrellas tossed aside like rag dolls from the downpour. The thing is, the Irish never seem to let the weather bother them. I’m pretty sure it could be torrential down pouring with winds gusting at 100+ miles per hour and these amazing people would still be as kind as ever. So that’s the attitude I’ve tried to take on. Because even when it is raining and you’ve broken your 9th umbrella, I still find myself smiling because hey, it could be a lot worse. The city is beautiful, the beer is good, and at least I know things will dry out eventually…I hope so anyway! Cheers A6

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Because instead of being at home in PA watching Netflix, I’m watching it in Ireland...

When I officially decided to make my move to Dublin last year, I was both thrilled, excited and nervous. I received so much support from all my friends and family, they couldn’t be more excited for me. I’m now about 6 months into my move and I still find myself smiling at the architecture of the city, finding joy in the cute little pop up shops, awing at the sunset over the canals, and most days laughing my ass off at something one of my roommates has said or done. But you see, this is where the important part comes in. While I have worked my ass off for this, I still feel like I should be doing more. Because in all reality I’m doing exactly what I would be doing at home, just in another country. I go to school, I go to the grocery store, I drink (some weeks more than others), I watch Netflix, I do homework, I laugh, I cry. It’s a double edge sword. So it’s a battle some days to feel like this journey is even making a difference. But it’s that same support I mentioned earlier that makes me feel like it is. I get to talk to my friends and family every day, sometimes multiple times a day and I’m reminded that “yes Abi, even if you are doing what you’d be doing here, you doing it there”. Got that? As humans we tend to get so down on ourselves because we see other people’s success. The thing is, you never really know what they had to go through to get to where they are. It’s the hardest thing to be in the middle of a journey and not know what the outcome might be. For me, I have no patience what so ever. So I find myself constantly feeling down or filled with anxiety because I saw myself work so hard to get here and now what? It’s not fair for any of us to look at our struggles or anyone else’s and think that one is more important. We all got plopped down into this world and are just trying to make sense of it all. A good friend of mine a few months back sent me a quote that has stuck with me to this day, “Sometimes the people around you won’t understand your journey, they don’t need to it’s not for them” So it’s absolutely okay if you move to another country and do exactly what you would be doing at home, in your new home. If that means I can binge watch Netflix and eat PB&J, so be it. This is my journey, I may not understand it myself right now but I worked hard to get here. I’m making things happen in my own time, and one day when im old and grey I’ll get to look back on this time in my life and smile. Its also important to embrace the support around you. Allow people in your life to be proud of you, to be happy for you and to help you along the way. While they may not understand your journey, or you there’s, it doesn’t mean you can’t be there along the way for oh I don’t know random calls at 4 am or cry sessions over skype. The moral of this blog post is, embrace life for all its worth, the bad days that make the good ones that much sweeter. Take chances, do stupid things and allow yourself time to grow. Stop being so worried about getting to the finish line, and smell a few fucking roses along the way. Im still working on this, I talk a good game but backing it up isn’t always easy. I hope by writing it out and putting it on the internet for the world to see It’ll help to remind me that even on those bad days, things get better

Cheers

A6

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My first Single Valentines Day since I was 14...

Sounds a bit dramatic right? I wish it were a lie, but then again not really. When I moved to Dublin last September, I found myself single after a 7 year relationship with a guy who was needless to say a complete asshole. He cheated, I cried, and well I had just moved to Dublin so what was I to do? Throw myself into this beautiful city and attempt to make sense of life again. Today was Valentine’s Day, and it occurred to me when I woke up this morning that this would be my first single Valentine’s Day since I was 14. While it’s great for the world of social media to show off your loved one and the support of the greeting card and flower industries make bank, if I’m being really honest, if you are in a relationship with someone, everyday should be special and filled with love. However, we live in a world where it all gets its own day so, what are we to do? My roommate D and I woke up today and decided to have a fun filled Sunday, a day to treat ourselves and just enjoy the beautiful city. My first single Valentine’s Day was spent at Vice Coffee ( the best coffee in the city), a trip to the movies to see Zoolander 2 (which was incredibly dumb but hilarious none the less), a little shopping at Penny’s and finally a stop to Lush to pick up some bathbombs because everyone deserves a little treat now and then. So what have I learned from my first single Valentine’s Day? I’ve learned that no one really gives a shit if you’re single or not. The cute couple at the restaurant or movies are paying attention to each other, not you. They really could care less about you sipping your coffee alone or with a good girl friend. I’ve learned that it’s a great excuse to spend a little extra money on yourself and indulge in a few treats. I’ve also learned a lot about myself today, mainly and most importantly I learned that I’m finally over my ex. Today I never once felt sad about not having someone, instead I was more concerned about loving myself just a little bit more today. I think, for me anyway, I’m finally on the road to becoming who I am again. I loved, I lost, I grieved and now, it’s onward to new chapters, new memories and a sign of the good things to come. My first single Valentine’s Day is over and I survived. My 14 year old self would be so proud of all the strides we’ve made. Thanks Dublin!

Cheers A6

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It all has to start somewhere...

I’m a little late to call this a New Years Resolution and not religious at all to make this anything about lent. However, I’ve decided like most 20 somethings to start myself a little blog. Mainly just to share my life with the world, more realistically my family and friends and anyone who happens onto this. It’s not as though my life is some famous whirlwind but at 22, I’ve moved from the states to Ireland for college. I’ll be living abroad for the next 2 or so years and tend to find myself going through the weirdest shit some days. I’ve lived a little bit more than most humans my age, traveled a bit, loved a bit, and am somehow still standing here today.

So…what can we expect here? Glad you asked. To sum it up…. Traveling, music, going to shows, college, marketing, Ireland, dating, love life, sex, beards, tattoos, business, being plus size babe, family, a wee bit of fashion, my boobs, lots of sarcasm and the occasional bitch session.

There may also be random spots of other things. Honestly, it’ll be whatever comes to mind. It may not always make sense but in all fairness, my life doesn’t make much sense either. Well Tumblr world, thanks for having me and welcome. I promise you won’t be disappointed.

Cheers A6