Coulda Woulda Shoulda

oh, on another note...I will probably have less and less access to a computer to write. It's being moved out sometime this week. As if I'm not already writing on a minimal basis.

Well, Shep has done it. He's given his notice. This is becoming more and more real as the days go on. It was good to get the first one out of the way. We had a difficult weekend - perhaps our first disagreement in a long time. We had been spending the last few weeks tidying and cleaning the house, getting it ready to go up for sale. Shep's Dad had come, met with real estate agents etc and was just now in the process of figuring out what little repairs would be needed in order to make the condo sellable - he owns it,we rent. The three of us had spent the morning with the 800-JUNK guys loading up the truck - 3/4 full I might add of stuff that we don't even need!! why did we have that stuff anyway?:):) - and now, we were heading back to Senior Shep's house. I was singing in the car. Shep hates that. I hate when he bugs me about singing. We were both tired. We were both cranky. We were both stressed. He swore at me...I HATE THAT...I started crying...it was crappy mos...

Okay, I'm getting nervous again. Started packing up a bunch of stuff in the house last night and realized it might be years before I see it again. Funny thing is, I haven't really looked at any of that stuff since I packed it last time. Each time I move, I always try to clean things out but no matter what, I still feel like I have tons and tons of memories. I hate to part with them. I'm sure if the Shep got a hold of everything, he would definately be more ruthless. Ah, I'll let him get a stab at it when we get back and buy our own house. They he can have some say as to what stuff I keep. So, we've met with real estate agents and they said "Tidy the house, get rid of the clutter" and so that is what we're doing. Still waiting on the stuff from the Irish Embassy in Northern Ireland. I know that I only sent it last week but it just seems like it's taking forever. Possibly because the first letter I sent didn't include the right informati...

Ah the cynics. You have to wonder why it is they think it won't happen. I think deep down they really want you to fail. They disguise it mostly with suggestions as to what you can do or bring up a lot of 'what if' scenarios - like they actually care. But deep down, they don't want to think this will be THAT easy. I'm not expecting it to be a walk in the park but I'm being intelligent enough to know what I will risk and what my limits are. I would say so far the hardest part has been the cynics. This is something I'm so excited about. I've never felt more focussed on something extra-ciricular in my life. But I must remember that not everyone is going to be excited for me. Some won't care. Some will be green with envy - I know that feeling cause I've been there. Some may simply be bothered by the fact that beginning this adventure really was so doable. I guess it's easier to think that it's impossible to do something then to come to t...

So, I'm getting my Irish Passport. My grandmother was born in Northern Ireland and this allows me to get a Republic of Ireland Passport. I don't really understand the whole politics of it myself but my dad says it's politically motivated. Doesn't matter much to me, as long as I can work and travel. The Shep - my beau - can get his own passport, except his is from England. His parents were born there. So, we're feeling pretty confident. More on the passport and my first lesson later...

I'm going to Europe. My beau and I are taking off, getting a place in England and travelling and working for over a year. Once we're finished that we'll figure out what we want to be when we grow up.

I'm starting a week late. Last Tuesday, my mother told me to get a journal and begin writing this whole experience. Well, I'm a pure procrastinator and have just gotten around to *buying* my journal. Figured might as well blog it. Part of this mission will be where paper and pen may not be as readily available as the Web. Plus, I'm a creature of habit and I need instant gratification so this seemed like the best option. As for the title, the inspiration also comes from my mom. Everyone she has told about her crazy 26 year old daughter's adventure has said, "You know, I was going to do that but....(insert reason here)". And so, this blog is also dedicated to all of you. Cause for all the moments I'm scared and nervous and wondering WHAT THE f**k i'm doing, I will always remember that there are lots of people out there who wished they had done this and someday I can look back and know that I did.