Oh!  Hello.  Didn’t see you there.

Okay, yes I did, I’ve been extremely aware of how much time was slipping by without an update.  It’s kind of rude of me, yes, but don’t worry — my thank-you graduation post cards are finally in the mail, and I think I have some decent reasons for staying quiet.

There’s a law of physics that not many people know about, but I do because I’m a doctor.  It says: Moving to a new country will be batshit crazy for at least four weeks.  You might think I’d be excused from this, seeing as I’ve already conquered Ireland once before.  I have to admit, I THOUGHT SO TOO.  I knew the Irish were slow as hell at getting public service things done, so I would just get them done early and be done with it.  But is anyone ever really done with immigration?

I suppose I am now, as of yesterday, but that’s only after I’d gone to the Dublin bureau for a few hours only to find out I’m not living within their jurisdiction at the moment.  I was going to tell a long story about the whole thing, but THERE’S NO TIME.

I sit at a computer all day long but I still have no time to update anyone about anything.  I’ve been typing this entry progressively for a week or two between work and getting the bus and writing up letters and going to bed.

Work is going well, I enjoy it, although my eyesight doesn’t.  Straight after work, I bolt into the city (or as fast as a bus will take me) in order to view apartments that disappoint me time and time again.  (Although, we saw one yesterday that I’m crazy about.  Let’s all work together to will this one into happening.)  By the time I’m home, it’s 9:30 pm, time for heating up dinner, finishing up some part-time work, and going to bed for work at 8 am.

I’m exhausted, although since it’s from bountiful work and progress — and not, you know starvation or poverty or illness — that’s really nothing to complain about.  Sometimes I just need to go into an empty room by myself, cry it out, and then get back to lobbying my old landlord for a reference, or my bank for a reference, or my employer for a reference.

Oh, and also enjoying the fact that the last 9 months are completely over and that I don’t think about them at all anymore.  It’s like I never left.