When I moved to Ireland on my own, I knew I’d be missing out on events back home. It’s only natural, right? Life goes on for me and for my friends and family back home. And for the most part, I’m okay with it. I know that I’m still loved, and they know they are still loved, regardless of the miles between us.
However, the last several months seem to be especially busy at home.
There have been joyous events:
A friend getting the job of a lifetime after years of hard work.
Two of my very dear friends getting married.
Three of my very dear friends having babies.
My entire immediate family getting together earlier this month.
And not so joyous events:
The dissolution of a friend’s marriage.
Some serious health scares for two friends.
These are things I learned about through text message, emails and Skype conversations. Believe me, I am exceptionally glad for those forms of technology, but it’s not the same as being there in person.
But I can’t let the fear of missing out hold me back. Because with the lifestyle I chose, I do miss out on the big things and the little everyday things. Instead I have to be okay with those Instagram videos, or the skype calls or the postcards and letters. Someday maybe I’ll be making enough money that I’ll be able to make special trips to each of these events, or who knows maybe I’ll be moving back to the States at some point and the trips are easier (and cheaper).
For now, I have to be okay with missing out. And, of course, making my own adventures and life here to make it all worth it.