(Note this was published May 30th but written the night of May 16th)

Ok so I am not a Gypsy in Ireland yet. But I decided to start this blog early. 
I went to Ireland two years ago and have been fighting tooth and nail to get back. Now I'm going back!!! I'm going to live there for a year.

I am a wanderer. Probably the only kid who called her mom into her room to ask her mom if we could move again. Yep. Did that. The problem was a few weeks later my parents announced that we were in fact moving from Colorado to Massachusetts I started sobbing on the spot. I realized that night that the idea of moving is fun and adventurous. But the reality is complicated.

I am so excited for Ireland. It's like I've been pulled for two years and I get to finally follow that pull.


But tonight I said good-bye to my brother. We are both staying with my grandparents currently. I until I get my visa, then I will go visit my immediate family then IRELAND. Jake is leaving tomorrow to see his girlfriend. When he gets back I will be gone.

My brother is one of the best people on earth. He is certainly one of my favorites. I'm not actually sure how much older I am than him... I think it's a little under eighteen months. But we have always been close. Even when we drive each other nuts. Tonight we were hugging good bye and he said "Why you gotta move half way across the world? Stupid!" This might sound cruel but its just sibling code. I got all choked up and I realized I didn't know when I was going to see him again.

I can't wait to go to Ireland. But tonight was the first time I got a good look at how hard this immigration would be. I am leaving people behind who I care so deeply about having no idea when I will see them again. I will do things without them, they will do things without me. We will be connected by emotional ties but no longer my common experience.


But hey, who said leaps of faith were supposed to be easy? That's right. No one.