Movin' Out

Suddenly, I can't wait...not anymore.  When I was 19 I was running away to Europe. A backpack, my dog and my favorite hiking clothes was enough for me.  My mother, unable to dissuade me, called in my favorite uncle. We met for lunch, and he did talk me out of it. I moved from the east coast to the west coast and decades passed...five years ago I moved to Colorado, it's beautiful here. It really is, sometimes I can't believe just how beautiful it is.
I've been saving and planning a trip to Ireland next August for almost six months now.  Secretly dreaming of finding a place while I was there and then moving, as if on a whim. While talking about it, a friend, a cousin and a sister have become involved as well.  Still, it's eight months away.  To keep myself entertained, while staying home and saving my pennies, I started researching both my Irish ancestors and Ireland.  The more I learned, the more I wanted to go and stay.  Could I really?
Along comes the election.  Two things happened that day, my brother Jimmy died and Trump was elected. Those two events may not be connected in any way besides the day, but inside me the connection is concrete.  It hit me, when the Donald is finishing his first term, I will be the same age my brother was when he died. Yes, I survived G.W. - both terms, but just barely. What could I possibly be waiting for? I'm not getting younger. As it is my body is not compliant, is this going to get easier at some point? Maybe it will, I hope so anyway, but I'm not waiting. My decision is made. I am moving to Ireland, not vacationing-moving.
I did three things to get myself started. First I put up a go find me page called Movin' Out. Next, I called a couple of people to break the news. Then I posted it on Facebook, for all the world to see.  Now, I am starting this blog, to record my research, encourage others who might also be considering such a move, rally support and keep anyone who cares informed of my progress. I hope you come along for the ride, this should be interesting!