Leaving Ireland behind, again
Why do we get embarrassed when we feel a tear coming on or the lump in our throat exploding? As I began to well up I did my best to hold back the water works, but to no avail.
Down they came, pouring silently across my cheek and onto the wet snow as I embraced my mother more, a mother who has been nothing but wonderful to me all her life. It was heartbreaking, it really was.
Anyone who lives away from home knows what this feels like. It’s hard saying goodbye to friends, but with family it’s worse.
A piece of my heart broke in Limerick this morning. I guess it will heal in time, but I swore there and then I was never saying goodbye again.
My only brother was unable to come to the airport due to work commitments so we said our goodbyes on the phone. I was glad of that. It took the pressure off slightly.
I left my friends behind in Tralee, Co. Kerry on Sunday, and it was most difficult leaving them too. Although there were less tears, I spent the whole of Sunday afternoon feeling blue.
And now I sit here in the half empty cafeteria at Shannon Airport with a heavy heart about to leave Ireland once again. I sometimes question am I making the right decision.
It’s not easy being away from loved ones. What if something happens? But if feels right. My gut is telling me that, for now, New York is where I belong.
I’ll miss my home country. Despite the recession it still has a lot of offer – kindness, laughter, beauty and a friendly face.
But New York has all those things too, and with a loving family of friends stateside waiting our arrival we are sure to soon settle back in and bring with us the joyous tales of our wonderful time in good old Ireland.
Off we go, towards our futures, with happiness and excitement guiding us (and a little sadness to keep us grounded).