It just takes time

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We’ve been in Ireland for nearly 10 months now. Every day I feel more at home and less stranger in a strange land-ish.

The sun has shown for three days straight (which must be an Irish record of some sort) and to be honest, it’s been a bit much. I’ve grown used to my misty, windy, rainy, rainbows and flashes of sunlight Ireland. Three straight days of sunlight is almost a bit much.

My newly planted veggie plants agree, as they have both sunburn and windburn. More lessons learned about “hardening off” baby plants, sigh.

Everyday, I feel more like I’m in a place I could stay. Which, if you knew me, would make you gasp in surprise. I’ve never felt that “homely” feeling most people seem to be born with. My stone is a rolling stone and it comes to rest very infrequently.

But Ireland has been working it’s charms on me. Living on the East Coast, we finally had a chance to take a short trip to the West Coast. I found it “familiar” and “fun” but not really where I want to be day to day. If you are traveling here, that would probably be the place you’d want to visit. It’s full of quaint villages and international towns. But I like my quieter and more agricultural eastern coast. I feel less jangle-y and more in tune with the flow of life here.

I grew up with the international vibe and the buzz of all the new things to be found in the world. Now I want the more grounded and simpler version of life that was mine as a younger child. Gardens, pottery, cooking, music, nature walks and kitties. Time to think and time to feel. It’s not all that exciting but it fits me better than anything else ever has.

I guess it just takes time to find yourself. And it just takes time to find your way in a new country.