Filed under: America, Family, Home, Indianapolis, Seattle, travel | Tags: Anderson University, Immigration, Indiana, Indianapolis, Ireland, Seattle
It’s been just over a year since we moved, immigrated, back to the USA from Ireland.
Evelyn is going on 5 years old. She’s started forgetting things, like how her Nana’s house looked, or what her little cousins’ names are, or who our doting neighbours there were. She remembers a lot of funny little things, but not always the details and persons we so wish she’d recall. Shea, on the other hand, was just 6 months old when we moved, now 19 months. He remembers nothing from our former life, and only knows his Irish family from waving and blowing kisses to them over Skype.
Moving so far away from the people and places you love has to be done for a lot of really solid reasons. And, once you’re gone, and homesick, and looking back and questioning why, somewhere along the lines you better feel, in your heart, that it was worth it. The sacrifices led to something better.
My earliest personal memories come from the summer I was 3 years old. I remember that summer in very vivid bits and pieces because it was my family’s first big road trip, from Bozeman to Seattle. My parents packed up our little black Buick Skylark, buckled my sisters and me into the back seat and headed off, nearly 700 miles West. I remember being afraid of everything on that trip – The Space Needle, the ferries, the shower in our motel! I remember playing with my cousin, Paul, and I remember my Uncle Mac dropping an ear of buttered corn on the cob onto the floor and all of us laughing. I remember my mother getting a bee stuck up her pants. I remember posing for a lot of boring pictures. I remember the Sees candy shop with its little playhouse. I remember my dad prying starfish off the rocks in a tidal pool and leaving them in the trunk of our car until the smell became unbearable. I remember rain forests, and my hooded rain coat and miniature villages on display in Victoria, BC. And, perhaps the strongest sensory memory of all is simply the one of sitting in that back seat, in traffic, the rain drops racing each other down the widows, and listening to a Simon & Garfunkel tape over and over again. “I’m sittin’ in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination, Mmmmhmm…”
I could be anywhere in the world and hear the first few bars of that song and be instantly transported back to Seattle, and my 3 year-old self.
I don’t know if it’s irony, or destiny, but by this time next weekend, our little family will be homeward bound to Seattle. Yes – you read it right – after just a year, we’re packing up our things, selling what we can, saying goodbye to friends, and moving again. And adding another 2300 miles to the distance already between us and Ireland.
A lot of folks think we’re crazy, though they may use more complimentary descriptions like “brave” or “strong” when they’re in our company. I certainly feel more crazy than brave, ha ha, but I am actually really at peace with this decision, and even excited about it. Frank never feels the need to explain himself or justify his decisions to anyone, the way I do, he just rests in his own confidence that we’re doing what is best for our family. And he’s right. But I’ve still struggled with feeling like we’ve let people down by not staying, and I’ve been telling them our reasons most convincingly.
The truth of it shouldn’t come as a surprise, though, not to those who know us well. We’re in our 30’s now, and we’re ready to get out of limbo and find where we belong. Not Frank’s home, or my home, because those don’t really fit us anymore, but a place where we can and will invest ourselves, as a family, fully and passionately. I had a very happy life in Indianapolis as a singleton, but when we came here a year ago, it was without really knowing if we’d want to stay for the long haul. We had to use Frank’s visa by a certain date, and we didn’t know where we wanted to be, really, so we chose a familiar place where we knew we’d be met by friends. Over the last year, we’ve looked in to other cities, and debated over staying or going, and finally, a few weeks ago, decided to go. At this point, we don’t have a lot to lose – no mortgage, our car is running well, the kids aren’t in school yet, neither of us are fully invested in a current career path, etc. We haven’t collected a lot of stuff. We’re healthy. And we’re ready for a change – and, we both have faith that Seattle will be a good match.
As before, it won’t be easy. Life is hard, no matter how you measure it. But life is also short, and Frank and I both believe in pursuing our gifts and passions while we still have a good chance to lay the ground work. If we waited another five years to try another big move, or even another year, our lives might be totally different, and infinitely more complicated.
It’s hard leaving Indiana again, especially this time of year, when so many of my own memories here feel so near. Autumn in Indiana was always my favourite, from the leafy colours to the pumpkin patches to the apple orchards… and, of course, many Heartland Film Festivals and my four years at Anderson University. I will miss my 10 year Homecoming, so we went up to see the campus a couple weeks ago and I got downright emotional when I opened the door to Nicholson Library and it smelled the same. The years have gone by so fast, and so much, SO MUCH, has changed, yet this place is still sewn and woven and patched into every part of me. Even Reggie Miller still makes my heart beat a little faster.
But change is good. Even failure is good. And, perhaps for the first time ever, I have faith that, no matter what lies ahead, we’ll be OK. God’s got us.
Our friends and family have been so supportive, and continue to be so now. We can never repay the kindnesses received, but we do hope to pay it forward to others, one day soon. And, really, that is kind of what it’s all about in a way – if others sacrificed so much to help us out, hadn’t we better make sure it’s been worth it?
I truly believe that good things are coming for The Kellys. We are full of ideas, hopes, secrets, ambitions. We have things we want to try that maybe we were too comfortable or too nervous to pursue before. We’re excited to get in our minivan and start driving through the Wild West, not stopping until we can smell the sea again. We’re looking forward to making a lifetime of new memories and, with any luck, finally finding “home,” within ourselves and within our surroundings.
I imagine our playlist will look a little different than the one I listened to with my parents and sisters nearly 30 years ago. I’m queuing up Hozier, Coldplay, Jamie Cullum, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Tom Petty, Ed Sheeran, The Strypes, and more. Evelyn will be begging for the “Frozen” soundtrack and her Jesus music. But I must admit, it’s going to be a sweet day when we finally cross into the Olympic Peninsula and Simon & Garfunkel are comfortably lulling us towards our new home, and our new life.
Best Indiana Memories 2013 -2014:
1. Indiana State Fair
2. Fall day out at Appleworks
3. The Children’s Museum, the IMA, the Indiana State Museum and The Zoo
4. The Indy 500 Parade
5. Garfield Park, Ellenberger Park, Shawn Grove Park, Flowing Well Park, Broad Ripple Park, Eagle Creek, Southeastway Park
6. Thunderstorms, Sunsets and Fireflies
7. The Central Library
8. Great pizza, great beer, great ice cream (not so great waistlines!)
9. Evelyn’s preschool, swim lessons and ballet all at the YMCA
10. The Monon Trail and the Indianapolis Art Center
11. Woodruff Place Flea Market and other wonderful finds in antique shops and second-hand stores
12. Christ Church Cathedral on The Circle
13. Any time we got to see friends – our welcome back party, book clubs, Thanksgiving, St. Patrick’s Day, lunches, coffees, drinks, play dates and seeing the ol’ HFF gang at Nine Irish Brothers last week.
Filed under: Dublin, Food and Drink, Ireland in General, Irish Sea, travel, Weather
Any seasoned spouse will tell you it’s important to spend quality time alone with your significant other… be it a weekly date night, a shared hobby, or even a night away once in a while. It seems Frank and I don’t get enough time to do this (probably most people would say the same), but when we do it’s all the more appreciated. We had a short getaway for our 4th Anniversary last week and I have to say – as much fun as it was to fall more in love with Frank, it was equally fun to reignite my fondness for Ireland, too.
There are so many places we’ve never been together in this lovely country – Cork, Galway, Kerry, Donegal, Clare… time, money and lack of transportation has really stifled our desires to travel for the present. That’s why I am so happy to tell you we spent a very quick, very lovely day in Wicklow, the mountainous county just south of Dublin. Our destination was the Glenview Hotel, situated in the lush forested hills west of Greystones.
Filed under: America, Family, Food and Drink, travel | Tags: Boston, history, Paris, US Embassy, US Visa, vegetarian
Where to start.
It probably won’t surprise you to learn that we’ve been working on getting Frank a visa to live and work in the States. As much as we love Ireland, we’ve felt the call back to America for several years now, and we’d love to go back there with Evelyn and embrace certain opportunities that are easier to find there than here. About the time Evey was just a few months old, we started the application process. This entailed massive amounts of paperwork, locating old documents and records, doctor’s visits, immunizations, and lots and lots of money. Every hurdle we jumped only led to bigger, more confusing challenges. So, we’ve been ticking away at it for over two years.
About three weeks ago, Frank got a call from the US Embassy in Dublin. They told him his visa had been approved! This was wonderful news. Except that he had to use it by August 3rd. At that stage, we were looking at having to be Stateside in 2 1/2 weeks’ time or start over, including paying the fees again. We were also told there was one additional paper we had to have renewed, one that usually takes several weeks to get. So we just kind of kicked into high gear, asking favours of family and friends and strangers, started researching flights and frantically running around trying to figure out what might happen in only a few days time. I was saying a lot of prayers, but I was also practically having heart palpitations every day over the instability of our immediate future.
Thank God – it worked out at the last minute, as these things usually do. Frank got the extra papers sorted and we found out more information from the Embassy. We learned that he could fly to the States and activate his visa and then come back to Ireland for a few more months to tie things up here. We also learned that I had to go with him as his main sponsor. On Thursday morning the 28th of July, the Embassy called and told us Frank’s visa was ready and waiting. So, while he took the train to Dublin to collect the papers, I booked the cheapest flights I could find – to Boston, of all places – and by Friday morning the 29th, we were on a plane headed West to the USA.
One of my best “dinner party stories” is a few years old, but it goes like this:
In the spring I turned 15, my family took a long road trip as we often did back then. All six of us piled into the minivan and we set out on a journey that would take us down through Zion National Park in Utah, The Grand Canyon in Arizona, and up through Los Angeles, San Francisco and Eureka, California, into Oregon and Washington state and home again. It was a trip of many “firsts” and some beautiful memories, but one in particular has made history.
It was while we were admiring the view at the Grand Canyon that I noticed a business card caught in the weeds. It was that of an Australian cardiologist, Mr. Michael Davis. I kept the card and when I got home, I sat down and wrote a long letter to Mr. Davis, telling him all about me and my life and how I had come to find his card. I think I even sent a picture of myself – perhaps this man was young and handsome, looking for an American girlfriend? (I was quite boy-crazy in my teen years. :))
A few months later and my mother was bringing in the mail when I spied a handwritten letter with an Australian postmark! I turned beet red, grabbed the letter and clutched it to my chest as I ran to my bedroom and slammed the door. Mr. Davis had written me back.
So, the news is out – it’s my birthday. And, well, it’s kind of a big one. I’m not depressed about turning 30, not really, I just sort of worry that maybe all the fun is over? Ah well, I’ve tried not to give it too much thought.
However, I have found myself thinking over the last few weeks about the milestone events in my 20s, and wow, there were a lot of them! I could list them all out for you, but I don’t really need to. There is a particularly happy one I’m happy to tell though, and as you will see, it is one that has also shaped my low-key birthday celebration plans.
In my senior year of college, I took a TRI-S trip to Italy with a group of about 20 students and faculty from AU. During those 10 fabulous days, my friend, Katie, and I were lucky enough to stay with an Italian family on the outskirts of Ostia.
On our last full day with The Car, we took a drive through counties Louth, Meath and into Cavan. Frank’s dad, Anthony, is a great cyclist and told us this was a pretty part of the country (though really, what parts of Ireland aren’t gorgeous?), so we took his advice, packed a lunch and headed off to someplace new.
We got caught in a Spring rainstorm in Kells, had tea and cake in Cavan (the town), drove around some of the lakes (including Lough Inchin, pictured below), walked around the bright green countryside a bit, and stopped off to buy some of my favourite wine in Navan on the way home. All-in-all, a laid back and lovely day.
First off, some pictures of the famous graveyard at Kells, Co. Meath, with its incredibly old and significant High Crosses and Round Tower. If you want the fun version of the story, you should watch the brilliantly animated The Secret of Kells, which was nominated for an Oscar a couple of years back. Unfortunately, Kells did not seem to have much else going on, at least not yesterday, and we were drenched in a downpour, so we got back in the car and headed down the road to Cavan.
Filed under: Food and Drink, Holidays, Ireland in General, Irish Outdoors, travel
Happy Easter, everyone! Hope you had a nice day yesterday and, if you’re in our part of the world, that you are still enjoying your time off today!
We’ve been keeping it light and simple the last few days and wow, it’s been great. Just the kind of thing we (I) needed!
Because I work in a solicitor’s office, I also got a few extra days off while the courts are closed, so we decided to rent a car for the week and just enjoy doing the things we rarely get to do sans wheels. We haven’t gone anywhere too far away, and that’s actually OK – why waste good money on a hotel and eating out when you can’t predict the whims of a 2 year-old? Instead, we’ve stuck close to home and have just been soaking up the simple pleasures. We’ve gone to the beach a couple times, done a good bit of shopping (including Smyths Toy Store for Evey!), and, my favourite, a visit to Newbridge House and Farm.