It’s been a head-in-the-clouds kind of existence since coming back from Ireland last month.
My mind has been floating and daydreaming as I transition back to regular ol’ life.
In a strange way, I’m still processing that our dream to go to Ireland finally came true, and I want to linger in that happy cloud of appreciation and reminiscence a little while longer.
I’ve been learning to really soak in the fleeting moments of joy, awe, happiness and freedom.
I’m learning to sacredly preserve the moments that were the most special to us, because otherwise, what is the point of desiring them in the first place?
Distractions and fast-paced speed has become our world’s norm, and I’m rebelliously committed to being where my feet are, and to marvel at where my feet have been.
Just over a month ago, my feet were joyfully exploring the mossy land of enchanting Ireland.
And I need to honour that.
Our dreams to explore the Emerald Isle were put on hold in the midst of us naively planning our wedding in January 2020, just weeks before lockdown. We stored Ireland away as a “one day” wish list, and it remained stored away for three years.
The world seemed to have moved on much quicker than we did during those three years. And that is okay.
We moved at our own pace because we didn’t want our honeymoon to become an escape.
We didn’t want our honeymoon to serve as a temporary balm relieving the stressors of a new, strange reality we were all feeling during that time.
We’ve made enough compromises that we owed it to ourselves to at least have an authentic honeymoon experience, the way we wanted it.
To plunge into the adventure, excitement, romance and presence that travel always felt for us.
We preciously saved Ireland for when the time felt right to us.
And that time finally came.
We dreamed. We planned. We flew above the clouds and landed in a reality of greens and blues. The last week of August (our wedding anniversary) and early September (my birthday) were spent in our long-awaited Ireland.
Yes, the wait for this trip made us refer to it as “ours”. Our Ireland.
I have folders full of photos and blank pages waiting to be scribbled on that I am eager to share with you.
In the next few blog posts, I’ll be sharing my highlights of our memorable time in beautiful, wild, rugged, poetic Ireland.
From the charming neighbourhoods in Dublin, to the enchanting mountains of Wicklow and Killarney, to the medieval castles and abandoned monasteries, to the bohemian charm of Galway and the troubled history of Belfast, to the splendour of Giant’s Causeway.
Until then, I hope this post inspires you to dust off a long awaited dream.