Sunday, 5 September 2010

After a week.

Here we go.
A week has gone. The first week in this cloudy and windy land.
The last days before leaving I was too excited even to think about it clearly. And now I'm here.
When I stop to think about it, it's like I'm realising it for the first time.
One of my dreams has come true: I'm living for more than three months in another country where all I can hear is english english english (and yes, just some irish but I can't understand a word).

And now?
Everyone says I'm going to have a terrific experience, have fun, meet new people, and do great things. They're all right: I'm damn lucky!
So how can I disappoint them? How can I disappoint myself by being not happy as I thought I would be?

This ain't another bloody post in which I'm going to feel sorry for my poor soul. I'm sick of all this.

I'd said to myself I shouldn't have had any expectations. It would have been such a good thing. But now I think that actually it's impossible. Expectations come to your mind without any kind of warning. You just have them.
So, if I'm not having what I f expected I just have to get everything from what I have here and now.
That's not easy but that's the only thing I can do.

Go do your homewotk, Julie. Come on.


  1. whoa, I really liked this post, and, as usual, I understood every single syllabal :)
    are you in england, right?
    where, precisely? :)
    have a nice experience, you're luckier than all of us :)

  2. Thanks a lot :)
    I'm in Ireland actually, in a little town called Killarney.
    I know I'm lucky, but for the first week it was a bit difficult to be alone, you know? That's probably the reason I had these thoughts.
    I'll enjoy everything I can, these experiences are unique :)

  3. Yeah, I can imagine.
    I've never gone through an experience like yours, maybe I was too afraid, maybe I'm not ready yet.
    Well, first week has passed, now create your future ;)