4 years and 4 suitcases later...

So I always though about travelling from a young age but never knew it was possible? I was in university studying hospitality I thought I had everything I ever wanted. Nice home (rented of course)a boyfriend of 4 years and three cats, I was 21 I was happy or so I thought.

I ended the 4 year boyfriend thing, decided I wanted me time.. spent 8 months partying, drinking doing everything I had missed but I wanted more in life.

The day I got my results from uni I had failed ,it was there I was fed up and wanted out of ireland I wanted an adventure. In that moment I applied to work in a irish bar in America, thinking nothing would come of it. Next thig I know its 6 months later and im in dublin airport boarding a flight to USA woop!!

Day 2 of year 1 more like!!

Washington dc, I feel in love with da city but the buzz with the adventure. Im living in america how the hell did this happen? 6 months ago I was living in waterford wanting a life there with my amazing friends and just had everything I thought I was happy, I had alot of dreams but didnt have the balls I suppose?

Here is me super excited im in JFK airport waiting for the connecting flight.. I was in shock and dying for a smoke I had gone 5 hours back in time on a air lingus flight..

So this is the house that jack built?

Welcome to my humble Georgetown home, I lived in one of the nicest parts of D.C not bad for a newbawn girl!

My room or shoud I say matress on floor was comfy I was used to living in dooleys hotel for the last few weeks till I arrived here, comfy heated beds 6 foot of the floor, now im on a sheet on a hard floor with no heating the americans didnt do central heating, something which the kiwis also dont do!

First couple of weeks were crazy, new people, new food, new culture new stress but it was all good. The first weekend I have never drank so many shooters of jameson, americans think we knock this back like water. Being irish I had t force this drink down and show them I can handle whiskey. The next day my head told me otherwise.

Im not really going by day to day, to many hangovers to remember I suppose.

Its christmas time, the reality of being this "traveller" kicked in I missed my family in a way but looking back I missed them more than they did. I wouldn't have the tightest realionship with my family but when your couple of thousands miles away you want your mother. Regardless of your age or how mature you are? I spent that christmas with 6 strangers in a new exciting place but yet all I wanted was my roast dinner back in newbawn.

Soo 2014... new me, new year

Looking back