We fly out of LAX on September 21. That's one of the reasons I haven't been around the blogosphere much. Immigration details, passports, plane tickets, customs forms... and a lot of dicking around on Facebook to kill the pain.
It's been a rough year. Hell, it's been a rough few years. And probably a few more ahead. My possessions, my daughter, my pets, my parents... all these will get left behind. You know things are bad when you have to go back to the Old Country for a new start.
The Fledgling's been in Uni now; she'll be starting her Sophomore year in just a few weeks. So she'll be staying here in the States while I, the Spouse Sparrow, and the Nestling go off to live in Norn Iron.
To say that I'm stressed out about it would be an understatement. It's like jumping out of a plane, and hoping someone catches up to you and gets a parachute on you before you hit the ground.
I know I should be thinking about all the things I have to look forward to, but all I can think about is the things I have lost, and am losing. We're not in a situation where I'll be flying back over to visit, or can afford to ship my things. Once we're there, that's it. I'll just have to hope that it all works out.
Some of you have been listening to my whingeing for a good long while now, sorry. And thank you. You've been my support system, my connection, a hand reaching out in the dark of night when I wake up in panic. Thank you.
I don't know how long it will be before we have an Internet connection over in Northern Ireland. We have to find jobs and things like that, so it may be awhile.
September 21, 2010.
35 days left. Fuck.
Fat Sparrow
45 comments:
it's all a leap of faith, sugar! and i don't mean anything about religion, i'm talking about the faith y'all have in each other and that it will work out. it's an adventure y'all are taking together. xoxoox
Best wishes on your big adventure!
When you can, please give us an update when you get settled on the other side.
Good luck, dear lady! Let's hope you find what you need across the pond.
Do keep us informed on your progress, please.
The best of everything to you, Missus. And to the Spouse.
Just tell him he can't travel any further east, in case he starts talking about 'the mainland' or the dubious attractions of Larne.
Savannah -- Thank you, that made me think of that scene in "Indiana Jones, The Last Crusade." That's a good thing, by the way ;)
XL -- Thank you! Internet is a priority, so once we get settle and get jobs that will be one of the first things on the list!
Jennifer -- Thank you, and I will!
Conan -- Thank you!
Himself caught crabs in Larne. We'll hope he has a better job this time. Being a gigolo/fisherman was hard work, it seems.
I have already been warned about Larne; the best thing about Larne is the ferry out of it, it seems.
i'll miss you terribly. but now you'll be close to steve and kelly smunt. lol. or at least in the same country, which isn't probably the same thing.
i can't imagine having to leave everything. i'd die without my books. you've got my email, so if you get over there and decide you just can't live without something that they only sell in the USA, then let me know and i'll send it on. if they sell it in the south. we're really odd and there are just some things we don't sell.
but if you do see a hot looking irishman (preferably with black hair and blue eyes as i don't want redheaded children. i'm pale enough as it is and i'm afraid any redheaded children will end up albino! lol) with a loving of chubby blue-eyed brunettes that carries sarcasm like a gun, send him Fed-Ex to me.
*cries into hanky*
*pulls out black clothing for mourning*
*shoves them back in cause they're fugly*
*decides to mourn in bright colors*
I don't have a parachute but I've got a big comfy cushion ready to catch you and I've got shoulders broad enough for an army to cry on. X
Scary but... yay, you'll be on the rock! You can come to the next Blog Awards party... we'll get them to host it in Belfast.
PD -- Thank you! Hopefully we'll find jobs quickly and I'll be back on here, bitching and moaning about a whole new place.
I'll take random shots of guys for you. You pick the one you like, and we'll hog-tie him and send him to you.
Ellie -- My Norn Iron wubbie! Thank you! I'll try not to drip snot all over you!
Annie -- Should I be worried that the same term is used for Alcatraz?
They've been threatening to hold the Blog Awards in Belfast for a while now, haven't they? I must definitely find a babysitter if they do!
Exactly, an adventure - and a brand new place to bitch about! A whole new country, a whole continent!
Mago -- I will pay you one shiny Euro if you sing "A Whole New World" from "Aladdin" to me.
You know you want to.
Who or what is tis Aladdin? Mr. Ladd was a British actor. He had a nice daughter.
In the UK everything is bigger - even the rats, as I read in The Sun.
Mago --
Disney movies... my love/hate relationship.
"over, sideways and under", yeahyeah ...
"Roughly, and from behind!" Wait, that may be a different movie...
Aladdin and the forty bangers?
Oh, you've seen it too? Here I thought it was limited release, ha.
Three weeks until The Treck! Read here about Ireland.
Mago -- Thanks, but remember I'm gonna be a Nordie. A world of difference, but maybe one day I'll make it down south to Eire.
Juhuu! Only a bit more than two weeks and off you'll shoot in an aerodynamical tincan, over the Atlantic, right into the green heart of NorfEierland!
Seriously now - how are you?
Mago -- Seriously freaked out. Planes are flying germ factories, yuck. And we still haven't won the Lottery. And you're still not on Facebook!
Did you get the e-mail I sent you a while back?
And really, join us on the dark side on Facebook, do it for the children. If not for the children, then for me. Pleeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeeeee?
Germ factories? Use what earlier was called Reisehandschuhe, travelling gloves: People started to use this in the 19th century when boarding trains, simply not to get dirty hands.
I must beg your pardon, I have to look for your email, I received it but did not answer.
Facebook, what's this - never heared of no facebook.
Mago -- You know I would go out in a full HazMat suit with goggles and a face mask and breathing apparatus if the Spouse Sparrow would be seen with me, ha.
Don't worry about the e-mail, I can't even remember what I wrote, ooops!
Any you know you have heard of Facebook, and I will bribe you to join. What is your going rate for bribery at the moment?
Why, oh why? Zuckerberg put something in your tea?
Mago -- It's in the water here, man! Get some in you! Drink the Kool-Aid, join us!
P.S. I got your e-mail but have yet to reply, you can spank me later for being naughty.
i left FB, but i'm thinking it might have been a mistake...i mean, how am i supposed to keep up with YOU???? xoxoxo
Savannah -- YOU DID WHAT? NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Come back!
I think Fazebook is prohibited in NorfEierland. Something with taxes.
Mago -- Nice try. Join us...!
You are still there?
Mago -- I'm still here. We fly out of LAX on 21 September, so we're down to 1 week now. Yes I am majorly freaking out.
88->->--- (flower for Sparrow)
XL -- Thank you!
Relax, Sparrowna - it's adventure. The whole life is an adventure. And you go from one strange place to another strange place - all in one lifetime - WHopee!
Hope you have plain sailing, Missus. Or whatever it's called at 35,000 feet.
Mago "Relax"... Only when I'm comatose. But I'll try.
Conan -- Thank you. Here's to hoping!
Cheers - have some comato juice!
Good Luck!
Now come out of the pub and write something!
Where the fuck are yah?
This is Europe - hey!
HEY!
I want MAYO with my fries!
HEEEEEYYYY!!!
Happy Christmas, Sparrow!
Ckuf me - you're back! And gone again.
Mago -- :::waves "Hi!":::
Fumie -- A funny thing happened on the way to the Council Estate... Also, I totally forgot my password to be able to get in to my blog, for like, AGES after I had that extra helping of stupid. And, couldn't be arsed. Yeah, I'll probably disappear for a while again.
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