Friday, March 16, 2012

This Is Happening

Ok. Do you remember this post? In which my heart was breaking into a million pieces because the world is a big big lady and I felt stuck on her one freckle?

Here is where I tell you what we're doing with our money, and it is not a joke that I have been waiting my. entire. life. to say a sentence like this: We are going to Ireland.

When my cousin Christie studied abroad in Rome when I was 8, I decided I wanted to go places, too. When I had to write a paper in college on my "life goals," the middle section was a list of other countries I wanted to see. When the owner of the homeless shelter I volunteered at in Athens told my small group that money is best spent on 'perspective,' I was sold.

You know what else?

2012 is the 100th anniversary of the Titanic sinking. Oh my gosh my hands are sweating with the ferocity of my typing right now.

So we're going to go to Belfast first. To see where Titanic was built and sailed from and the Harland & Wolff office where she was drawn. And the new Titanic exhibit they're opening this year.

I don't really know how to write about this, because it feels like my life just stopped being something I was waiting for.

We're going in June. This blog will now become a vehicle for everything that makes me excited about it, so if you're sticking with me you'll probably want some espresso and also a chalkboard to run your fingernails down.

First, I will show you where we are staying in Belfast and what we're going to see there. Next time I'll show you where else we're going.

Can you imagine that in a few months I'll post my OWN pictures of this nonsense? You guys, it's like, this stuff EXISTS while we're in our sweatpants watching Pawn Stars. Something about that makes me want mourn-eat fried food and then go to confession.

Here's the Ravenhill House in Belfast. Oh my gosh I would give anything to be able to type the Irish accent phonetically right now.

Guys, I mean seriously, we are going to see this. SHE SAT RIGHT THERE.

Then we're seeing this and I HAVE TO STOP WITH THE PICTURES BECAUSE I JUST PEED MY PANTS.




That's it for now. Ireland is happening. I will take you with me as best I can. And if you've ever been, OH MY GOSH CALL ME because I am as overwhelmed with the planning as I am unbearably excited.




ALSO: THE MUSIC.





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