Unfortunately with the arrival of our furniture we missed the Fourth of July celebrations. I had grand plans to take the family to New Ross in Co. Wexford where there was an Irish American day being held.
Instead I threw clothing that marked the occasion on the kids, shipped them off to day care and spent the day knee deep in moving boxes, cleaning products and headache tablets.
I may be occupied now getting things into a place in the house where I can find them again, but I’ve already begun planning all the parties I’m going to throw now that we have our own place in Ireland.
An 1980s fancy dress for John’s birthday in August, a girly night with my friends from Tralee, a Halloween and Christmas party, and of course Colum’s second birthday party in November -- and that’s all this side of Christmas.
In order for all that to happen, however, I need to get my skates on and continue the unpacking.
IT’S a nice surprise to open a box and not remember what’s inside. Sometimes it’s basic kitchen utensils, bed sheets and bathroom towels.
Other times I find clothes I forgot I bought, unopened or unused wedding gifts that we could never display in our apartment in New York because of space constraints, and then there are the going away cards.
Foolishly, I began reading some of the kind messages written by our New York friends before our departure. For the first time since our return home I’m lonely for the Empire State, or more so for the people we left behind.
It was when I re-read Marion’s (my best friend in New York) card that out came the sobs. I tried to hold them back as I read her words, beautiful words about our friendship the past nine years, but I couldn’t help myself.
It stung to know it will be a long time before I see Marion and many of our good friends again. The downside to our new lives in Ireland I suppose. It’s always bitter sweet isn’t it?
But I have hundreds of photos to document the great times we had in the country that brought John and I together and gave us two wonderful babies. And when all the unpacking is done I will, one by one, put each picture into individual sleeves in pretty albums, and when I’m sad again I can look back on the good times, the pretty faces and smile when I see the memories we created in New York.