August 29, 2019

I’m in Belfast. There were days I didn’t think it would actually happen, but there’s no doubt now.

I was able to visit with my daughter for a few days in Dublin, which was the best, and then secured a ride with friend Madeleine, up the M1. It took about 2 hours, not counting the stop for coffee.

Yes, it is different than the Republic. No question. The quality of the roadways as we headed north indicated a change in government, as much as the road signs did. The multiple and fluttering Union Jack flags signaled our arrival into the United Kingdom, too.

My housemate is on his gap year, and after working this past summer program, has already proven himself to be a helpful resource and sounding board. I am truly glad for his company and experience, as he and I are the only ones here (aside from a neighbor, not affiliated with the organization I’m volunteering with).

Here are some of my housemates recommendations and insights: don’t mention religion or Protestant or Catholic; don’t say “Ulster” as this may indicate a personal preference; when talking about the “other Ireland” refer to it as “the Republic of Ireland” and where we are as “Northern Ireland”; “quid” is the pound (like when Americans say “buck”); strollers are prams; go to the post office and finish your paperwork within 10 days of arriving in the UK; definitely go see the Giant’s Causeway; he pointed out the local police station down at the bottom of the mountain that used to get shot up everyday, and mentioned community vigilanteism as a current means of eradicating local drug dealers.

I am not overwhelmed. I am staggered.

I met my new neighbors and their 4 dogs, who roam fairly freely. The dogs didn’t take all that kindly to Phryne honing in on their turf, so there is another learning curve we will have to navigate.

But, I have groceries, a belly full of hot tea, and I’m thoroughly satisfied with the grey weather, cold wind, and lashing rain that appears intermittently. I’ve had a tour of the creche, and I’m excited to meet the children next week. I have a weekend to make my way down this huge mountain, get to know Belfast a bit better, and somehow make my way back up by Monday morning.

It will be a year of deep learning for me.