Do you ever feel like the whole world is just… waiting for you? Like it’s whispering
(or in my case YELLING), “Hey, you! You wanna hang out sometime?” And then
after you hang out a few times, some feelings develop, maybe your hang-outs
turn into dates, and then before you know it, the world is ready to introduce
you to its friends. “Hey, I was thinking. I want to introduce you to my friends.
They’re pretty cool. At first they might be a little intimidating. Because,
well, they might be a little different than you. But I promise, if you give
them a chance, you’ll love them.” And little did you know, the world was saying
the same thing about you to all his friends.
Let me tell you—I got to meet some of the world’s friends, and
I LOVE THEM.
When it came time for college graduation, like most (all)
college grads, I had a lot to figure out. For sure a “trip around the world”
was at the top of my list, like many other grads who want to travel, take
risks, and put off responsibility as long as possible. AS WE SHOULD. Sorry Mom.
Luckily for me, the day I walked into my “Senior Research” class, it absolutely
did not feel right. Which then meant I had two weeks to figure out an
internship for after graduation. Best thing that ever happened. Oh and did I
mention that for about a year leading up to graduation, the universe, or the
Big Guy Upstairs, was sending me messages that I needed to go to Ireland?
So, why not? Why not at least try for it? I had to do,
otherwise that would be some major self-betrayal. And I knew I had nothing to
lose by going for it. I either stayed and did an internship in the states, or I
got to go to freaking Ireland. I saw no negative consequences there, only
opportunity. And next thing I knew, I was packing my bags to move to Ireland
and work at The Shelbourne Hotel. Can we say “meant to be?” I hate imagining if
I hadn’t tried, because cheese alert, this experience changed my life.
As I sit here trying to write about what it was like moving
there, I wish there was a way to transfer the warmth in my heart and smile on
my face into words on this page. I felt so alive the minute I stepped onto
those streets of Dublin. And it was all so exciting. Apartment! International
roommates! Immigration office! Social security card! Irish phone and bank
account! Different languages all around me! Using Euros! Hopping on the train,
not having any idea where I was going! Getting rained on TONS! But most
importantly, I met so many new and different and beautiful people, who taught
me so much and brightened my soul forever. I’ll have more to say on them, hang
tight.
Working was quite the experience as well. I quickly learned
that “half-two” really meant 2:30, and that when people say “You’re very
welcome,” it’s not in response to someone giving thanks, but it really is a welcome,
you know? I’m sorry, but I had the best position at the entire hotel. Don’t get
me wrong, there were loads of absolutely exhausting and strenuous days/nights;
that’s the service industry. But I had so many opportunities to chat with
hundreds of guests and hear their life stories. Like Jerry, the Architect from
New York, who had MS and while he sat in the green lobby chairs cheerfully
waiting for his wife to return from her adventures, told me of his experiences
building the finance building in NYC. Or Michael, the man who had been in
Dublin in the 1970’s and while he was shopping, came out to Grafton Street and
found the IRA ready to blow up the building across the street. The stories are
endless, and I plan on sharing them one day. Oh I was just constantly elated. I
believe humans are happiest when they’re learning, which leads to progression,
and man, I was in a constant state of learning for the eight months I lived on
that breathtaking Emerald Isle. It’s even greener and more beautiful than you
imagine it, by the way.
I think it’s clear I could go on about my day-to-day in
Ireland. But a large part of my overall experience was when, after saving the
tiny amount of money I worked my butt off for, I visited England, Austria, the
Czech Republic, and later quit my job early (whoops) to go travel the rest of
Europe for a month. This is when I got to meet more of the world’s friends, and
wow they really are great. Hungary, Sweden, Denmark, Netherlands, Germany,
Switzerland, Italy. Incredible places, really. Stunning, unique, tasty,
aesthetically pleasing, and each offer something completely awe-inspiring.
But when I look back on that trip, and my whole experience in
Ireland, I don’t first think of the things I saw. Not to ever discount the
beauty of those places. But those places will always be... places. Dare I say,
they’re “re-place-able?” Not in a sense that one is better than the other, or
one is forgettable, etc. I’m simply implying that you can leave one place and
go to another, always. And majority of the time it will be overly exciting to
visit each new place. But for me, it’s the people that make the experience. The
people and their cultures are irreplaceable. I will never, ever, forget dancing
at a birthday party in the family garage with Shandor, the 70-something year
old Hungarian that spoke no English (or I spoke no Hungarian, really). But you
don’t need to speak the same language to swing dance do you? Nor will I forget
the delicate, pretty old lady who I talked with the whole train ride into
Switzerland, who I swear was the most “colorblind,” open minded, loving person
I’ve ever met. And of course my Oma for the week in Holland, who is Dutch but
lived and married in Israel, and experienced and saw so much in her lifetime,
she would do the world so much good by making an “inspirational quote of the
day” book.
And what would I have done in Ireland, without my people there?
Who welcomed and embraced me with their complete love, and taught me so much
about their own culture, their own beliefs, families, political views, goals,
dreams, and who are all so different from me and from one another, but who very
clearly love sharing our humanity.
There’s no doubt about it, meeting some of the world’s friends
was intimidating. And they are different than me in a lot of ways. But hey,
since when was “difference” a bad thing? I thought different was just…different?
I believe the intimidation comes from the unknown.
We often fear what we don’t know or understand. But as you give those unknowns
a chance, they become more known, more understood, more loved.
In the end, we are different. But mostly in the superficial
fluff that doesn’t matter as much. You see, they’re just trying to figure out
how to live their life, the same way I’m trying to figure out how to live mine.
This woman is just as driven, dazzling and energetic as she sounds and we can't get enough of her wild spirit. Follow her on Instagram at @gingerattack.
This woman is just as driven, dazzling and energetic as she sounds and we can't get enough of her wild spirit. Follow her on Instagram at @gingerattack.
