Today was the day I was leaving for Ireland. I had already made my way to the airport and through security. As I waited at the gate I checked to make sure my boarding pass and passport were secure in my backpack. I didn't need any incidents as I got on the plane. I was getting antsy. I had probably checked my stuff five times already.
Getting bored with reading my book, I stood up and stretched. I had been waiting at the gate for at least 45 minutes now. I’ve always been and early bird. My stomach began to growl and my sweet tooth told me to go grab some candy. I walked over to the nearest Newsstand to grab something to go. I knew exactly what I wanted. Peanut butter M&Ms, a water, and some chocolate covered pretzels would fill me up enough. It wasn’t the healthiest meal, but I never said I wasn’t a stress eater. When I was waiting in line, I looked over and saw none other than One Direction themselves, on a magazine at least. I snatched it up and added it to my pile of crap to buy. Finally it was my turn and a bored looking women began to ring me up.
"One Direction huh? You really think they're good?" She murmured.
"Yeah, they're great. I'm going to their concert in March."
"Hmph. Whatever floats your boat I guess...."
Okay. That was rude. I handed her the money and headed back to the gate. Tired of being pestered by people, I slumped into my chair and closed my eyes. While I was laying there I listened to the people around me. One lady was squawking about how she and her boyfriend broke up because he said she shopped too much. An old man was comforting his wife about her fear of planes. A little boy was picking on his sister. Overall, it was a good day for people watching. I had always been fascinated by people and why they do what they do. That's why I wanted to become a psychologist. I wanted to study behavior and help people who were mentally ill.
Suddenly, a woman on the overhead announced that my flight was now boarding. Luckily, I had a first class seat, it was a special gift from my father. When I was a kid, I fell on my butt and broke my tailbone, and ever since, sitting for more than a few hours is painful, so my dad was always kind enough to get me a better seat. I was grateful because I knew they were more expensive and I always come from a well-off family, with my Dad being a lawyer and investing in all the right stocks, and my mom owning her antique shop, but I was never spoiled as a kid. I still had to do chores, get a job, and get good grades. In the end, I'm glad I'm not a spoiled brat.
"Now boarding, flight 427 to Dublin, Ireland. Rows 1-10." That was me. I stuffed my snacks into my purse, took out my boarding pass and passport, and headed up to the line. The woman scanned my pass and on to the plane I went.
6 and a half hours later, I was shaken awake by the elderly woman sitting next me.
"Sorry to wake you dear, but we're going to be landing soon. They want all the tables up and trash collected"
"Oh, thank you. I've been sleeping long enough anyways." I collected my trash, and turned my electronics off. Butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. I was nervous. I had been to other countries before, but never to stay longer than 2 weeks and it had suddenly dawned on me how close I was to my dream. Moving to Ireland was something I had wanted to do for a long time. At the moment, the move was just for school, but deep down, I knew I would never want to go back to America. My heart and my Irish roots told me that Ireland was where I belonged. My mother would miss me, but I knew it was right for me.
The plane began to start its landing. I loved the landing. It was always so exciting. With every landing comes a new beginning, and a new chance at reaching your goals. Suddenly I felt the plane hit the tar. I was finally here.
"Ladies and Gentleman, we have arrived at Dublin Airport, the time is 12:33 AM and it is a cool 45 degrees outside. You may now turn your electronics back on as we approach the gate. Please remained seated until the plane has come to a complete stop. Once again, thank you for flying with Delta Airlines. Have a lovely evening."
The plane finally came to a complete stop. I retrieved my purse and my carry on suitcase. Normally I didn't like to bring one because they're a right pain in the ass, but I had to bring a lot of stuff with me this time.
Shortly, I found myself in line waiting to go through customs. This was always my least favorite part. It takes forever and it's always a little intimidating. While I was waiting I called my Dad to let him know I landed safe. He said he would wait up for my call.
"Hi Daddy, I just got into Dublin. Safe and sound."
"Hi honey, I'm glad you made it there in one piece. I miss you already. How was the flight?"
"It was good. I slept for most of it. Missed the food and everything." I said.
"Why am I not surprised" he chuckled. "Anyways, it is already weird here with you gone. The boys were being obnoxious as usual today. They started arguing about who will get your room. I had to tell them that it will always be your room, no matter where you are in the world." I laughed at this. Typical boys. Leave it to my four brothers to try to claim my room already. "Anyways honey, I have work early in the morning so I need to go back to reading up on this particular case. I'm so proud of you already and I can't wait to hear about how happy you are over there."
I blushed at his compliment. I’m not very good at taking compliments. "I couldn't do it without you. Thanks. I'll call you once I get settled. Love you!"
"Love you to honey. Sleep well tonight." With that he ended the call.
Eventually it was my turn in line to go through customs. I got the usual, "hello, how are you, you're free to go" and headed off to baggage claim. I had three suitcases and to grab. I was definitely going to need a hand. I waited by the pickup area, grabbed my things, and looked around for some sort of cart to put my stuff on. I found one in the corner and loaded up my bags. I then headed to the exit to find my ride. My Dad had arranged for a cab to pick me up ahead of time, so I looked around for my ride. I finally found my last name "Moynihan" and headed that direction. As the driver saw me approaching he jogged over to help with my luggage.
"Why hello, you must be Miss Moynihan. I'm Jacob. But you can call me Jake." He couldn't be older than nineteen. He was tall with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a formal suit and had a great smile. I guess you could say he was good looking.
"Hi, you can call me Raegan. Aren't you a little young to be a cab driver?" All the cabbies I've ever seen are old.
"Eh, you could say that. But this job helps me pay for school. Aren't you a little young to be traveling all by yourself?"
"No, I'm seventeen and starting college in a few weeks. Plenty old enough to fly by myself."
"Ah, I see. Where you going to school?" he asked me. I couldn’t help but notice his accent.
"Trinity. I'll be starting my first year."
"That's good to hear, I'm a trinner myself."
"Do you like it there?" I asked him.
"Oh it's great. Real good schooling. You know, you've got quite the accent on you." He smirked at me. It was weird to be the person with the different accent.
"I could say the same to you."
He laughed. "Fair play my friend."
After that I didn't say much to him. He worked his way out of the airport and into the city. Despite it being dark outside, I was in awe of how incredibly beautiful the city was. I had grown up in a small New England town, and now I was in the heart of Dublin. It was amazing. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering all over the place.
"Do you know where we're going?" I asked him. My Dad told me that the cabbie picking me up would bring me straight to my new apartment. I had only seen pictures of the place, and couldn't even remember the street it was on.
"Of course I do. I'm taking you to the College Green. Your flat right?"
"Uh yeah. My apartment."
We arrived shortly to the building. I looked kind of like a Boston townhouse, like the ones next to the harbor or by the Charles River. I loved Boston with all my heart so I appreciated the building. He helped me unload my bags onto the street. I took out the instructions sheet my Dad had written for me. They told me exactly what number to go to and where my key would be. Under the mat of course. Jacob helped me pull my things into the elevator and I handed him his money. I thanked him for helping with the bags and pressed the floor button. As the doors began to close they suddenly halted and opened back up.
"Wait, before the lift takes you up, can I get your number?" His cheeks were red and I could tell he was nervous about asking.
"Sure." I took out a pen and scrap of paper and handed him my number. "Thanks again for helping me out."
"Anytime. I'll call ya?"
"I'd like that." And the lift closed once more. I looked forward to his call. After all, he was good looking. I couldn't help myself. Only an hour or so into a new country and I'm checking out the boys. Edin would be proud.
As I approached the door to my apartment I dawned on me how exhausted I was. There was no way in hell I would be unpacking anything tonight. I just wanted sleep. I found the key under the mat, and opened the door. It was dark and I had to search for the switch. My jaw dropped once the lights came on. My apartment was beautiful. It was spacious and well furnished.
Contemporary but homey at the same time. Big red couches took up the living room as I entered. They were accompanied by a large TV, crème colored walls, and a beautiful picture window overlooking the street. It was perfect for people watching. I dropped my bags and went to look around some more. I entered the kitchen and admired the modern red walls, stainless steel appliances and refinished cabinets. Leave it to my father to make sure the place was beautiful before I got here.... I headed off to my bedroom bringing just my essentials with me. As flicked on the switch I was once again amazed by this place. My bedroom was spacious and luxurious. The lilac colored walls were the perfect shade and the room was well lit. My large bed was covered in a very soft downy duvet that looked so inviting. I went to find the attached bathroom so I could brush my teeth and go to bed. My bathroom was also beautiful with its white marble floors and tinted green walls. This apartment is perfect.
After brushing my teeth I headed back to my bedroom to curl up under the covers of my bed. I looked around the room, I could already imagine how great it would look as once I put my pictures, paintings and posters up. I already knew exactly where I would my One Direction poster. I flicked the lights switch, closed my eyes and fell asleep.