In 2009 on 5th June at some God awful time of the morning I drove myself and my dad off the ferry and into Rosslare. It was a one way ticket for me and Napoleon, my car at the time, was packed to the gunnels with everything my mum thought I’d need for moving to a different country.
I didn’t move because I hated the UK. I didn’t move because I had a point to prove or a statement to make. I moved because I had lost my job a month prior. First time I was ever made redundant, and following my rights as a soon-to-be not employed person in the EU I requested that my company move me into another role, seeing as it was a position, not a person that was being made redundant. My dad helped a lot of people out that year.
I’m 28, living in Cork County, I work for a software and hardware manufacturer (not the job I had moved here for and with a completely different company). I very much enjoy the quiet country life. Made a few mistakes when I started up a new life here, thought it’d be a great opportunity to change. It wasn’t, and through trying too hard to be something I wasn’t I alienated myself a bit.
Don’t like: Large groups of people, situations I can’t get out of comfortably, peas, the crunchy ends of sausages, headaches, migraines, things that don’t work the first time, noise (see: headaches, migraines), lack of social etiquette (jeans at a wedding, not OK), the ability to not change something, being stalled, being talked about and not talked to.
Do like: Quiet, creative spaces, stationery, computer games, all my gadgets, The Cat, Sally the Terrier, Jonathan (I like him a lot), the internet, my car, nice cars, museums, books, reading, writing, arguing, discussing, tea, Yorkshire Tea, painting, needlework, sewing, my job (rare, huh?), music, playing music, myself (not enough people like themselves), rain when I’m inside listening to it, change, IKEA (goddamnit I’m weak), pictures, art, sarcasm, LEGO, taking photos.
I never say things to make people happy. Sometimes what I will say will piss people off and that’s just how it is. Believe it or not what I have gone through in my measly 28 years is completely different to you, and I’m not afraid to talk about it.
If you do want to talk – please contact me. Even if I do know you personally or if you’re a stranger on the internet please send me an email, or comment on the post that concerned you. Lets have a discussion. It’s going to be different, I am going to have a different opinion.
Email: rachel @ unnaturally-red.co.uk