Peace at Last
Trip Start Sep 06, 2004
50Trip End Nov 23, 2004
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Had supper at The Skeff (hotel, restaurant, and very nice bar) with Ula and Carla. Ula's last day in Galway...would have liked to get to know her better. Salmon--yum!
Then went out for a Friday pub evening at Ryan's house, Richardson's pub, the Living Room (briefly), and The Cellar. Had 3 drinks as an experiment, which was quite enough. The Cellar had good music on, so we danced...lots of fun, even though Ryan acts like a complete goofball when he's drunk. Got hit on, which was flattering--don't worry, I turned him down and I never let go of my drinks!
Still a little drunk in the morning...nothing that breakfast didn't take care of
In the evening I talked to Arvin over MSN. Checked out the Air Canada website and discovered that rebooking my flight for the very near future shouldn't be a problem...I could have bought tickets at the regular price for the next day! Also realized, looking at fares, that Toronto isn't so far away from London. Now that was comforting. Europe is still within reach!
From my diary:
"Yes, I'm going. I have faced opposition and arguments from Mikkel, Katherine, Helena, and Kristen
I talked to Arvin on MSN tonight, and came away feeling peaceful--something that's eluded me for a long time. I don't know what he said or how our conversation made me feel this way, but right now I'm in a mood of 'que sera, sera.' What will be, will be. I'm going off to see Ireland. Then I might go back to Canada. Or I might not. It will be okay.
I know what might have done it. I was looking up airfares. Toronto to London is $570--barely more than Toronto to Edmonton. (Round trips.) Living in Toronto means Europe will be affordable! So going back to Canada doesn't slam the door on Europe after all. It does end the idea of living in Europe. But I didn't want the minimum-wage job. I was probably envisioning Karen Connelly writing in Greece, or those independently wealthy Romantics in Italy. Someday I will rent a villa in Italy for a month. Someday I will also travel around Italy for a month. It's okay--those things will happen.
I guess I'm not cut out to be a Swapper
I may be at a more 'mature' stage than my friends here, but this has in fact been somewhat of a coming of age. (Like Norway.) I've been completely responsible for myself. I've cooked meals--not fancy ones, but functional ones. I've tried new things. And I've realized that I'm an adult, after all--it's not some mysterious thing, it just happens. And making friends is suddenly easy, which it's never been before. I'm still not outgoing and gregarious, but out of the blue I'm no longer shy. I also know that I'm too proud and stubborn sometimes (i.e. getting jobs, or not getting minimum-wage jobs), but I suspect these are assets if channelled in the right direction.
So now that I've had a chance to think about it (away from all those voices), I am at peace. And it's clear now that I must go to Dingle. Dublin can wait; the Peninsula beckons."