So here we are, another trip around the sun under our belts. What souvenirs did we pick up this time?
As much as I like to pretend that I’m not into the whole “New Year, New Me” malarkey, I can’t help but feel reflective as one year ends and another begins. This year was a strange one, filled with big changes both in my lifestyle and my mindset. So let’s recap shall we?
Disgruntled and disgusted by Dublin rent prices, I bought a houseboat in February which has been my city home since April. The boat has given me so much financial freedom and granted me the independence that I so desperately craved, but it definitely didn’t fix every thing.
I came to the realisation this year that Dublin just isn’t for me. I’ve tried, and my friends keep saying to give it time, but I think that after a year and a half if I’m not feeling it yet, then it’s just not going to happen. So I made a plan to get back to the West coast. A plan that involves going back to Uni for a second Masters and hopefully a career change by next September.
Which brings me to my next change of mind in 2018. For as long as I can remember, all I ever wanted was to be an archaeologist. So when I came home to Ireland in 2017 and finally got a job in the field I was delighted, but 18 months in, I find myself at a dead end. I’ve progressed as far as I can without getting a license, and with the next recession looming, I can’t seem to shake this sense of impending doom. So here I am, 31 years old and back in University trying to retrain for a more administrative role.
As for acquaintances, I find myself drifting further and further from my childhood best friend. There was a time when she felt like a sister to me, but certain events of the past 2 years have shown me that we have both grown and changed into very different people, with highly opposed world views and ethics. I’ve been incredibly torn about this for a long time, but the distance between us is becoming more and more pronounced, and I’m learning to accept and let go of what I thought would be a lifelong friendship. To be fair, 25 years is a great run, and she will always be special to me, but at this point in our lives, we’re just not good for one another. Perhaps we will one day find our way back to each other, but for now I think it’s best for both of us if we just live our lives separately, supporting one another from a distance.
The changing of the year can bring in a lot of new changes where people feel energised by the fervour of resolutions all around them. It’s a time for adopting new habits, but maybe it can equally be a time for letting go of old behaviours and patterns that don’t serve us anymore. Endings are just as important as beginnings, and I think, for me at least, this is the year to embrace that sentiment.