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30 July 2007

Let’s Go to the Mall!!

Filed under: dublin,expat — Anita @ 8:24

On Saturday, we ventured out of the city and headed south into the suburbs. Will wanted to go to a specific bike shop and we needed to get some groceries. Will did some searching and found a spot with several stores that we wanted to go to. Turns out – it was a Mall!

Let’s Go to the Mall: #1 in Canada, 1993 This was the first time we had been to a more “American” shopping center, unlike back home when we went to the shopping center every Saturday morning. It started to rain when we arrived, so we spent a couple of hours wandering around, looking at the stores and seeing what was available. One major difference is most malls also have a large grocery store as one of the anchors. So we were able to get a storage container for the guest bedroom, a curtain for the living room and our groceries all in one stop.

While we love our city living, it was enjoyable on a rainy afternoon to wander around, killing time at the mall.

Video still courtesy Robin Sparkles.

27 July 2007

Becoming a resident, Part 2

Filed under: expat,mental state — Will @ 10:36

Another part of becoming a resident is the realisation that local practices really are the most practical response to local conditions. That idea looks obvious when the words appear on my screen! But consider the ugly American tourist who says, “They do things wrong here. Don’t they know about [fill in the blank: Wal-mart, fast food, turn lanes, etc]?” There’s a milder version of this arrogance, and here’s my best description of it.

It rains a lot here, right? I paid attention to how people dealt with the light showers that can come from nowhere, even when the sun is shining. Most people carried umbrellas everywhere, but many toughed out the rain, wearing a coat.

I hate carrying things around in my hands, and I prefer to use a smaller bag when a bag is necessary. So, from the options I saw, I chose to wear a decent coat and leave the umbrella at home.

CAUTION: THE FOLLOWING MAY INSPIRE ENVY. The coat serves a double purpose. When the sun is out, it serves as an ideal pillow for a grassy knoll or a park bench.

Here’s my experience without the umbrella. I’m not just running from my car to the indoors; I’m walking a real distance around the city. I occasionally arrived at a store or a cafe soaking wet, and anxiously tried to avoid shaking drops on people and goods around me. My approach just wasn’t working.

So I started carrying an umbrella. And later, I noticed that many of the people “toughing it out” through a light rain were carrying an umbrella — they just had a different threshold for using it. When it rained a little harder, very few were without umbrellas. And the ones without had an expression on their faces that read, “Damn, I wish I had my umbrella.”

So now, I carry an umbrella almost every day. I walk through light showers while the men and women in fine work clothes use an umbrella immediately. But in real rain, we’re all under cover.

This post is about joining the mainstream. Eventually, one comes to understand the minority opinions and the exceptions to the rules. I don’t expect that to happen for many months. Many people reside in places — even their hometowns — without ever understanding the practices outside the mainstream.

When it comes to our last home, in Gurnee, I wonder whether I even came to understand the mainstream. I took a minority approach to life in the suburbs — even a dissident approach. Was that the arrogance of the visitor, condemning the mainstream habits of locals without understanding them? Or did I already know the mainstream, and so adopted an informed alternative? It didn’t occur to me to ask the question, while I was living there.

I wonder what I’ll learn here.

18 July 2007

Our first visitors

Filed under: dublin,entertainment,expat — Anita @ 21:03

Settling into our lives in Dublin has been a long (but fun) process since Will arrived. One of the fantastic parts about living in Dublin is how often colleagues from work have a reason to be in our city. Our first visitor was my former co-worker and friend, Jenny. Jenny had a conference the last week of June and she made sure to let us know that she was in town. We arranged for me to pick her up on my way home from work and bring her to the city centre. It was awesome to see her – she got to see our messy apartment and go to some of our favorite pubs with us. Since it was a Wednesday night, we were all very well behaved.

Which leads me to our next visitor, my friend Merle. Merle happened to be in Dublin over a weekend, so she joined our traditional Friday happy hour. Every Friday, Will, my co-worker Kathryn and I stop at a pub to call an end to the week and signal the start of the weekend. Merle was a welcome addition to our crew. We explored several establishments in the city that were new to us, which allowed us to extend our normal happy hour into an evening of … celebration! Kathryn’s boyfriend met up with us, so we were a happy group of five, enjoying some of the best sites Dublin has to offer.

I may be getting a bit too old to enjoy all the best sites Dublin has to offer. At least all in the same night.

Here’s a special thanks, to Jenny and Merle, for taking the time out of their busy trip schedules to spend some time with us. We enjoyed seeing you and we can’t wait for you to come back!

13 July 2007

Becoming a resident, Part 1

Filed under: dublin,expat,mental state — Will @ 18:12

The first step to becoming a resident of a city? Actually moving there. The moving company retrieved the paper and cardboard Wednesday evening, so I can say that we’re moved in.

Just hours before that, I realized a less obvious step in becoming a resident of Dublin. I had to complete an errand quickly, so I hopped on my bike and sped through traffic. I went around and across the Liffey River. As I weaved between buses, I saw exactly the view that appears on standard postcards of Dublin. It was lightly cloudy and the warmest it’s been in weeks.

For the past six weeks, I’ve sauntered through my errands, stopping frequently to admire the city. I was, in effect, still a long-term tourist. I’d say that I was thinking like an university student who spends a summer abroad. I had life’s little tasks and inconveniences, unlike someone on holiday, but my mental state was that of a tourist nonetheless.

Anita's pic of Custom House on LiffeyWednesday, I noticed the Custom House as I zipped across a bridge. I didn’t ignore it, but I didn’t feel the awe that caused me to say, “I love Dublin,” whenever anyone asked. The Custom House was just there — impressive, yes, but mainly a traffic pinch-point for my purposes at the time.

In other words, I’m thinking more like a resident of Dublin. I wouldn’t say that I’m more callous to the beauty of this city. In fact, I’m finding new things to love all the time. But what I rarely feel is a peculiar, emotional response to the city, a sense of vast possibilities around every street-corner. It was so strong sometimes that I literally felt it in my chest. It felt just like the anticipation of something wonderful — like a thick envelope from your university of choice, a long-awaited engagement ring, or an unexpected recognition of your hard work.

I haven’t felt that lately. I still have the optimism and sense of possibilities, but it’s more intellectual and removed. I welcome the shift, because I believe it is necessary to live here, in the actual city, rather than some self-centered fantasy. A few weeks ago, I actually said that the city specially welcomed me, because the weather was excellent for my first week. That was hyperbole, of course, but it did reflect the self-orientation that tourists have — must have — in order to “experience” a new place.

26 June 2007

Two tugs, Tina. Only two tugs.

Filed under: expat — Tags: , , , , — Anita @ 22:29

As Will said yesterday, we are really excited to get the sea shipment. There were so many little things that we were missing here in Dublin – little things that would make our lives more comfortable and more like home. We never stopped to consider, or at least I never stopped to consider, that every little thing in our life would be individually wrapped in 1.85 sheets of paper.

The cardboard boxes and paper have quickly taken over our apartment. Will decided to follow the same method I used with the air shipment. Each sheet of packing paper is spread as flat as possible and stacked. Leaving it crumpled would have quickly run us out of the apartment. However, my perfectionist tendencies to get each sheet as flat as possible and stacked orderly don’t correspond with the several million pieces of packing paper currently sharing our living space. Will watched me for about thirty seconds before he declared that I only got “two tugs” per sheet. While I would happy to smooth and straighten for several moments, that approach would mean that we would still be dealing with packing paper come St. Patrick’s day.

Will has found that the last two days have made him an expert on the guys that wrapped and packed our goods back in Gurnee. Each one of them has a style and Will can guess with surprising accuracy which member of the team packed a particular box. I’m not sure precisely how this skill will help him in the future, but he often applies his knowledge in new and unusual ways.

We’re making progress. Another few days of backbreaking labor for Will and the apartment should be in good shape. It’s worth all the effort to have the things that make a house a home back with us.

Seventy percent unpacked

Filed under: expat,mental state — Tags: , , — Will @ 15:40

One of Anita’s friends said that you reach a point of despair in unpacking: You are 70% unpacked, and you have no idea where to put anything that you unpack beyond that. I’ve reached that point.

Plus, there are mountains of wrapping paper in every corner of this place. I think the paper sheets discovered how to reproduce.

25 June 2007

Paper Paper Everywhere

Filed under: expat,mental state — Tags: , , — Will @ 17:31

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So far, the toughest part of unpacking is the grey paper wrapped around everything. If I just toss it aside, I will be crowded out of the house — pushed like Kent from the popcorn house in Real Genius.

Our stuff arrived!

Filed under: expat,mental state — Tags: , , — Will @ 12:26

Our shipment of stuff from the States arrived this morning! This is the shipment that went by sea. It was unloaded in less than two hours, by two young men and their supervisor. They seemed to find it unusual that all I wanted was to have the boxes arranged in piles around the house. Now it’s like Christmas, with all the unwrapping, and the many surprises. We have so much stuff!

Anita and I haven’t had much trouble with daily life over the past few weeks. Each of us has a few things that we missed, but not much. So it seems odd to bring so much into our lives.

But with every box I’ve opened, I’ve found things that will make our lives easier. I’m sure it will reach the point where the problems with storing the stuff outweigh the conveniences of having it. I’ll probably reach that point before the end of today!

(I don’t think I’ve ever used this many exclamation points. It’s a little embarassing…but accurate, so I’ll leave them in.)

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