Five years later ….
Five years ago today we moved back home to Ireland after having spent fifteen years in the US and one year in Switzerland.
Even though we were enjoying all the sunshine in Switzerland …
and all the snow . . .
we could not settle there. We missed our friends and family back in the US … way too much.
We missed our customers and our beautiful little restaurant.
and no matter how hard we tried .. our food never tasted the same … there was no love in our kitchen.
Thankfully we had all the kids and their cousins – now living much closer to each other – to keep us grounded.
And we were also living much closer to Granny with her wooden spoon – so she kept us all in line.
We had to stop pining for America and make another move . . but were absolutely scared to death that it would be ‘another wrong decision’.
There were tears … lots of them.
But ‘home’ was calling.
Wellies were purchased … and we no longer needed to pack a suitcase to go visit Granny – a half mile down the road.
Christmas brought a big surprise to our home that first year … with Santa dropping ‘Pearl the puppy’ on our doorstep.
It was a sign that the Chef, who was not delirious about all the rain and the very dark winters and the fact that no one seemed to be ailing from sun deficiency, might actually want to put down roots and stay a while.
Big decisions were made and the next four years is a total blur. For serious.
Five years on .. the family has grown and now we have 12 cute cousins in the family and I am sure there will be more!
Although we do not get to see all our friends and family back in the US as much as we like to, many of them have come to visit and many more are planning a return trip.
Some of us have developed (possibly unhealthy) obsessions with raising our own fowl.
Others have chosen to embrace this seemingly all-year-round growing climate and can’t get enough of the Blackcurrant flavoured hot Whisky in the Autumn. (’tis the shit, I tell you).
And the rest of us are still planting magic beans in the ground hoping something massive and fabulous will jump up and give us a bit of direction so we can carry on doing what we love.
Which is this …
Spending time with our family … at the table. Breaking bread together, sharing a bit of lettuce with a hungry goose.
Life is too damn short. Make the most of it y’all.
And if you are considering a big move … hit me up for a bit of free advice.
There is no place like home Dorothy. No.Place.Like.home.
Those are all the WiseWords I have for today,
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