Sam the Expat

I was born and raised in South Florida. In 2013 I fell in love with an Irishman. Now I am newly living in Northern Ireland and settling. Life is an adventure right?

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Pretty sure this house is haunted, and the ghost doesn't like that I'm American so has taken to pushing me down the stairs...

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My thin south Florida blood doesn’t understand

Now, I don’t know about you all, but I grew up in a place where summer pretty much equaled heat stroke.  You would step outside and a nice disgusting blanket of humidity would wrap around you and you instantly start sweating, plus there was no hope for your hair - so just don’t think about it.

I’m use to that being my summer.  Use to the fact that if you walk outside barefoot the game of ‘the floor is lava’ becomes all to real as you try to hop on tippy-toe to a surface that won’t give your feet first degree burns.  Use to the UV-ray index reading at ‘Extreme,’ not high, oh no extreme, so try not to let the sun see you for too long because skin cancer is a real thing.  I’m use to the extreme south Florida summers.

What I’m not use to is having to wear pants to bed because its cold...like, I don’t even do that in the winter.  I”m not use to wearing socks/slippers around the house...again, I don’t even do that in the winter.  I am no wearing jackets with long sleeve tops when I go out and am still freezing, while everyone else is commenting on what great weather they are having.  Yes, back home it’s near the heat level of Satan’s armpit, but damn it’s summer!

I think it might be time to accept that I will never be warm again...

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The skies were blue, the wind was cold, and the ruins of a burial tomb was thousands of years old. #Ballymacdermot Court Tomb

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"Isn't it nice Sam? With the beer cans, empty pizza boxes, and condoms." (Not pictured)

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It's mid-day, it's June, and it's 56 degrees outside...my South Floridian blood is thin and doesn't understand...

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Me: I am going to freeze at your graduation.

BF: Then bring a coat.

Me: I don't have one to work with the dress.

BF: Then I'll bring mine and give it to you, that way you're warm and it just looks like your awesome boyfriend gave you his coat.

Me: I feel like you just want to be told you're awesome.

BF: That and for you not to be cold.

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When you move to a new country and still have no friends so you spend the night just like:

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Within the two weeks since I’ve moved, there have been several ‘what the fuck have I done’ thoughts that have circles in my head.

At this point I’m living in my boyfriend’s family’s home, I have no job, no way to get around, and no friends of my own around…I am feeling caged. There is nothing for me to really do, so when I stay in my room reading all day (because that’s all I really have at the moment) then I get met with a ton of questions.

Like fuck. I miss my freedom and everyone back home. I know that this will pass in it’s own time…but fuck, this feeling sucks.

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'If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives.' - Lemony Snicket

So, I packed my bags, followed my heart, and jumped.

-Sam the Expat