In my last post I mentioned, that I moved to Dublin.
Well I received a job offer for a post in Dublin. If I wanted it, I would have to move within 2 weeks to Ireland.
Of course I wanted this job!!! So I quit my old job and since I was still on probation, they couldn’t say anything regarding my sudden notice! They basically bit their own arse by treating me this way and now being short of staff…
As I was saying… oh yes:
I quit my job, found myself a very expansive room, booked a one way flight and not even a week later I was gone.
The plan was that the whole family would relocate to Ireland as my husband had a job interview as well…
I started my new position and the job itself was okay, nothing special, but the wage and the package that came with it was very appealing.
But as for Dublin itself:
No offence, dear Dubliners and everyone who grew fond of Dublin, it is not for me!
My assumption was, that people who lived there are either very rich or very poor and that you would only go to Dublin for work. Work either to get richer or purely to try to survive.
I mean, I booked a room in a landlords house for €850,- per month! And though the landlords where lovely, their house was filthy! Toenails on the living room floor, kitchen tiles, floors and jalousie caked with fats, huge full ashtrays all over the place and 24/7 smoking in all rooms with closed windows. What a delight.
I was viewing other properties closer to my work location for €450,- per month but one of the rooms for example, was shared with 3 (!) other girls without a proper cupboard or opportunity to hang up your clothes…. Sheer madness!
And it seemed to me, that there where more foreigners in Dublin than Irish. And I didn’t like the city at all, there was not much nice architecture, not much greenery or maybe it is because I am spoiled by Edinburgh and it’s beauty.
Also, I was constantly on my own. Even during my lunch breaks as my two new lovely colleagues had other lunch schedules.
I have been living in Scotland for a year now and I love running here in the mountains…. I thought we could do much better, find a better job, better opportunities….
But the reality is, you have to loose something in order to realise how much you miss it.
In my case:
I just missed my family and Scotland.
So one morning when I was packing my things to move to another room, I thought:
I am constantly on my own, the people around me at work are so loud, I can barely concentrate, I hate all this tarmac and the hectic of this city, my children are crying after me, my husband missing me as well-
It’s not worth it! I quit!
So I phoned up my husband and said “how would you find it, if I just quit my job and come home?”
And that’s what I did! Without further hesitation I cancelled the new room, emailed my notice and booked the next flight back home.
Yes, we lost money and it was probably stupid to quit a job without having a new one but you know what?
You can’t buy happiness and where is the point dragging yourself to a job you don’t fully enjoy in an area you dislike so much?
But I needed to do this as otherwise I would have always asked myself ‘what if?’
I’d rather spend my time playing house wife, taking care of everyone and everything, but hey how, news, we need the money!
So I applied for some jobs and just wait and see what happens.