Feb 22 2015
Maryland has had terrible weather in recent days: record-breaking cold and unexpected snow. It’s been a total drag.
Least that’s what I’ve heard.
I wouldn’t know firsthand since I’m in Ireland… pulling off a repeat performance of last year’s trip.
I didn’t plan my Irish return so soon. The plane ticket was an impulse buy, in the midst of mid-winter malaise. I was bummed out and blue for a few days.
Some people seek prescription treatment for depression. Others self-medicate with booze. There are those who find solace in shopping — watching the QVC network, or bidding on eBay items.
Me? I troll airline websites.
Still, looking at flights is one thing and buying is another. But one dreary day I was feeling exceedingly gloomy — trapped in that endless winter cycle of farm care, kid care, horse care — forever housebound. I needed to get out.
I tried rousting a few friends to grab lunch. But when no one responded, I cracked open my laptop and clicked on the Aer Lingus website. Then I barreled into Martin’s office.
“Can I go to Ireland?”
“Yes,” he answered.
“Are you sure? I mean, are you really sure? You’d have to take care of everything — kids, horses, farm… I’d don’t have to go but I was thinking maybe a week–”
“Yes, please, go.”
“Are you positive?”
“Yes, go! Farm, kids? I can handle it. Go. I want you to go.”
Translation: “You’ve been a moody cow lately. If Ireland’s the cure, I’m all in.”
So that’s how this trip happened.
One “buy now” click later and I was booked for Ireland — departing the same day that I traveled last year. Afterward, Mom took care of Brynn’s plane ticket, and my friend, Sarah, decided to tag along, too. The three of us flashed our passports in Shannon before sunrise on Thursday morning.
So far we are four days into this trip, and I’m feeling pretty happy. No longer blue.
Also I can report: there’s no buyer’s remorse, either.