Emigration as a Lifestyle Choice

“There are always young people coming and going from Ireland and some of them are emigrants in the traditional sense. Others simply want to get off the island for a while. You know, a lot of the people who go to Australia… it’s not being driven by unemployment at home, it’s driven by a desire to see another part of the world and live there.” – Finance Minister Michael Noonan

When I first came across Finance Minister Michael Noonan’s comments on young emigrants, (probably 5 hours after everyone else at home) I was frustrated. And not for the reason you might think! I read comment after comment on various websites calling Ireland a “kip” and the Minister a “disgrace” for even suggesting that some young people wanted to see the world beyond Ireland’s shores. I was struck, mostly because I don’t consider myself a forced emigrant and neither do many of my close friends – yet here we are scattered across the globe in Canada, Japan, Kuwait, Australia and like myself, the United States.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to devalue the horror of having to leave your home country in search of work. Of course unemployment in Ireland is a factor for the majority of those who emigrate. It is particularly hard to hear of the countless families in tears at Dublin airport on a daily basis. And let’s face it, the Minister’s words were clumsy at best. But he said “a lot of people” want to see another part of the world and live there — and I’m sure he is right.

I feel strongly that the media have taken his words and twisted them to insinuate that the Minister is out of touch with the emigration problem in Ireland. In addition, the sad story of the majority of emigrants is covered daily and yet the story of lots of Irish young people in search of more than a thriving economy has been completely overlooked. Colleagues, if you’re looking for a positive spin on something – here it is!

If I left Ireland looking for an economy is stellar shape, I wouldn’t be living in the United States. Here, a political stalemate makes the recovery process particularly tough and unemployment remains relatively high.

Some of us emigrants are young, educated and fortunate enough to be without children to support and mortgages to pay. We might not necessarily be from middle class families (as Michael Noonan’s children are) but we have the luxury of economic freedom and a first class Irish education. We have the freedom to leave Ireland and gain some experience. After all, it has been hammered home on countless occasions how valuable foreign companies can be to a CV.

When I decided to leave Ireland, I had full time, well paid, freelance work with a company that is both respected and nurturing to its staff. I had a rented apartment which I could afford and a long term boyfriend. I made the decision to leave based on my hunger to see the world and the excitement of the possibilities emigration offered me. I felt that lots of my friends were going – and if not now when the conditions allowed me – then when? Add to that, the daily dose of doom and gloom and constant comments like those I read reacting to Minister Noonan’s remarks and the conditions were right.

Before I left Ireland, I carried out an experiment of sorts. I knew it would be the last time I saw some of my friends for awhile and so I interviewed some of my fellow emigrants on a digital audio recorder. True, my sample size was small (there were just twelve others involved) but they were all from different backgrounds, had different careers and were all around the same age. I was surprised to hear that not one of my respondents was angry. Where was the frustration with the government and the helplessness? All of them spoke in the excited tones of people embarking on a new phase in life and most confessed their plans to return home. They talked of meeting new people, taking up new jobs, and meeting friends who had already traveled abroad.The only sad notes to be heard were when they spoke of their parents who hoped their children would never have to leave. But as one interviewee shrugged, that’s just how it’s always been here.

How has my emigration experience been? Well, I’m especially lucky. I’m a US citizen (my parents got green cards in one of the big lotteries in the 90’s) and have family here – without whose help I would be completely lost. And although I miss my parents like you can’t even imagine, I love my life here. I’m working two jobs: one in my field and one that allows me to see some new places in the US and think outside my comfort zone. I have reconnected with some old American friends from my childhood too. Perhaps most importantly, I’ve discovered a new piece of myself. The part of me that loves a challenge and is comfortable in her own company.

It’s been six months and I look forward to following up with those friends I interviewed before I left. Hopefully their experiences have lived up to their expectations and if not, that they’ve learned something along the way.

I believe Mr. Noonan’s comments about “getting off the island for awhile” aren’t justified. The Ireland I left, offered me plenty and is still one of the most beautiful places on the planet. I certainly haven’t taken off my green jersey and I continue to portray my home country in a positive light to anyone who will listen! Once my journey is finished, I look forward to returning home to enjoy it again, thankful that I have had the freedom to see another part of the world.

Minister Noonan may not have expressed himself very eloquently when he spoke last month, and there are thousands (if not more) extremely sad stories of “traditional” forced emigrants. However, there are some of us have chosen to take advantage of our time abroad and will be better for the experience.

I’m Gonna Pitch Me a Tent – Won’t Have to Pay Any Rent

The summer is almost over and with it comes the end of that terrifying, uncomfortable and downright gross practice of camping.

Camping and I have never gotten along and it was not for lack of trying, believe me! I’m not generally a girlie girl sort, and although it usually takes some coaxing and a fair bit of moaning on my part, I can usually be convinced to try anything once. But camping? Definitely not for me.

I’ve been camping twice in my lifetime – both of which have been disastrous.

The first time was with a group of friends from college who happily assured me that I didn’t need anything except a sleeping bag. They would provide everything else. Did I trust them? Yes. Should I have? No.

I ended up in a soggy tent with a sprained ankle near enough to the side of a cliff on Clare Island.

We arrived on the island just as it started to rain and due to total lack of preparation, the only food we had was sausages, potatoes and marshmallows. RIDICULOUS. We also had lots and lots of beer…which eased the pain slightly.

The task of using the loo was a terrifying prospect because our tents were surrounded by rams and sheep…who had no problem coming up behind you in the dark and surprising you with a loud “bahhhhhh” mid-pee. Fun.

The ankle injury happened when someone rang me in the middle of the night and I jumped out of the tent trying to get reception. In my haste I tripped over a huge rock and landed on my face in the grass. I still have no idea who was on the phone..but I shake my fist at them in hindsight!

We did sleep a little but I can remember it being the coldest most uncomfortable night in my twenty four years on earth. The next morning we awoke to beautiful landscapes and a very fresh day. The only problem was that no one had thought to bring bottled water and all that remained of our supplies was a huge bottle of cider. We spent the rest of our stay on Clare Island waiting by the docks for the mainland boat with the driest tongues imaginable.

Camping be damned.

The only other time I’ve tried to be boy scout-esque was for Oxegen a few summers ago. This time I made sure to go with a highly experienced camper – my friend James. But even the most prepared outdoorsman couldn’t have accounted for the amount of mud, vomit and litter around our humble little tent. Bleugh. Never again.

So there you have it, I am not a camper. Though I wouldn’t mind doing a bit of “glamping” like Rosemary McCabe in today’s Irish Times. Now that’s more like it!

*I was going to put in ACTUAL photos of my camping experiences…but if this post hasn’t already put you off the practice, those images certainly would!

Things to do instead of watching the World Cup

It’s that time again…World Cup Fever is sweeping the globe. Drunken, hairy men screaming at large televisions will take over the world. Lots and lots of women internationally will be come “football widows” as their other halves devote all their waking hours to the sport.

Need a break from all the madness? Here are a few ideas!

1. Write the next great novel

It seems to be an Irish thing – but apparently everyone has a novel in them and while the footie fanatics are surgically attached to the telly and the remote, allow yourself the time to grab a cup of tea, and your favourite writing utensil.

You will have 1 month, on your marks, get set GO!

2.Detox and have a sober month

Since everyone you know will be down in a pub, downing pints and shouting “GOAAAAAAAALLLL!” why not cleanse your temple and lay off the drink for the month? You’ll feel good and it’ll save a few pennies!

3. Do the opposite and travel to Norway!

So how can you visit the opposite of South Africa? Well it really depends on how you define “opposite”. By an official office poll – the opposite of South Africa is somewhere North…and where’s directly North of SA? NORWAY. Instead of watching football matches in crowed stadiums while getting heat stroke, why not experience the magnificent fjords in the comfort of a light jacket?

4. Pick a brand new sport to watch

So soccer isn’t your cup of tea…why not pick something no one is following and stand out from the drunken, cheering crowds.
Suggestions include:
- Wife Carrying
- Shin Kicking
- Chess Boxing
- World Gurning Championships – ugliest face wins

5. 48 things

So there are 48 World Cup Matches…the ideal way of combating this is to select 48 films (preferably Chick Flicks if you want to really counteract this whole sport thing…) and plan a film for every match.

Football Fan: Are you going to watch the England v. USA match?
You: Why no, I’ll be watching Pretty Woman thanks.

Alternatively, you could watch 48 episodes of that programme that you’ve always wanted to watch but never got round to…my choice is “The Wire”.

6. Get a makeover

Think about it…48 matches and a month is plenty of time to experiment with your style (whether you’re a guy or a girl) – cut your hair, dye it blue, get a piercing. After the World Cup ends and people come out of their football trances they’ll have trouble recognising you! “Susan..who?” FUN!

7. Get Cultural

All joking aside, there are loads of events going on around Ireland over the next month!
- Taste of Dublin – this weekend
- Cork Midsummer Festival June 12-27
- Bloomsday Festival – 12-16th of June
- Cork welcomes the Clipper Around the World Yacht race for 8 days from the 1st of July
- Street Performance Championships in Dublin and Cork
- Galway Sessions – June 14-21
- Galway Film Fleadh – July 6-11
- Oxegen – July 9-11

If all else fails…there’s always Big Brother….. as a complete last resort.

Question of the Day

Why do bus stops attract crazy people?

Can anyone answer this for me? Now, being a seasoned commuter and non-driver, I feel like I have enough quantitative evidence to prove that crazy people like chillin’ out at bus stops. Also…they always talk to me. Yesterday this woman repeatedly asked me “Will there be a 145 soon?” “Will there be a 145 soon?” “Will there be a 145 soon?”. You get the idea. First I answered, “eh, yea, they’re pretty frequent”. After the 3rd time I switched tactics to, “eh, I’m not sure to be honest” and after the 20th time I decided to be immersed in my ipod’s playlists. Subsequently a 145 came…and I was glad to be waiting for the 46A.

Another time, this old lady wearing a fur coat and pushing an empty pushchair was at the stop. She tried to get on the bus but had a big row with the driver and was kicked off. As she waited for another bus with me, she proceeded to give out about the bus driver callin him “racist” even though he and she were both the same colour. Then she asked me for change, which I did not have. Then she asked if I was “racist” (..yea I’m serious). Again, I decided to be immersed in my iPod’s playlists. The bus came, I got on, paid my fare and somehow – she was let on for FREE.

Do crazy people ride free on Dublin Bus these days?!

The most reasonable answer to my original question is that crazy people aren’t allowed to drive. The constant talking to themselves and complaining of racism might be a distraction from the road. Therefore they chill at bus stops.

..perhaps the question is: Why do I attract crazy people?

Damnit. I need to start driving.

Does age = wisdom?

Lately I’ve been plagued with the topic of ageism. Its being bandied about in the news lately (with the over 70′s (almost!) losing their medical cards, the age action Ireland campaigns, and the Elder Abuse campaign) so I decided to look up its meaning.

Here’s what I found:

Age-ism n. Discrimination based on age, especially prejudice towards the elderly.

That makes sense. I have to say though, that prejudice against young people has definitely become an issue as well – and gets far less coverage. Is that because we young people are not as vulnerable? That we’re not as respected because we’re not as serious? Or is it just because as a generation – we’re lazy?

I don’t know about other cultures – but here in Ireland, the elderly in society command a certain amount of respect. They’ve lived through a lot (lets not forget, Ireland has had a rough century!) and they know a great deal about the world – so of course we should take care of them and treat them as they should be treated!

My issue is when giving respect doesn’t command it back. It’s all too easy for older people to say “young people have no respect!” – whereas if I said that about an older member of society, I’d be completely shot down.

Ok, so where is all this coming from? Well, other than it being prevalent in the news at the moment – I have had the opportunity to work with senior citizens in the states and have had a blast doing so. These are not your stereotypical “old dears” – these are high flying, partying and sharp people. I took them out on day tours of NYC over the summer and for the most part we had a brilliant time together. However, the minute something went wrong on a trip (and thankfully this wasn’t an everyday occurrence) the first thing someone would say to me, despite me trying my very hardest to resolve the issue, was: “You have no respect, young lady.” It was like a “go-to” phrase when things went wrong. And never once did I raise my voice, use bad language or behave impolitely during these situations.

Lately, I had another incident where I feel someone was ageist towards me. I can’t give specifics, but the person in question felt that he could be rude, interrupt me and use foul language towards me in a class room situation – and the lecturer (of a similar age) not only repeated his sentiments, but did so with a laugh and a wink. It caught me so off guard and got me so upset I didn’t know how to respond.

When you’re put in a situation where your elder is disrespectful to you, how can you respond without looking like a rude little brat?

I chose not to respond. But if I could go back and do it again, I’d stand up for myself and point out that ageism works in both directions.

Rock the Vote

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Well, after months and months of reading, listening, watching, blogging and debating – the American election is finally coming to a close. From the days when I was staunchly pro-Hillary up until the moment I cast my absentee ballot in favour of Barack Obama and indeed right now – I have been able to appreciate the importance of this particular election. It comes at a moment in our history where worldwide economies are going berserk, wars are threatening various cultures and civilisations all over the globe, and my generation is attempting to learn from the previous one’s mistakes.

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The entire ordeal – meaning the campaign process for both sides – has been spectacle that many people couldn’t help but be hooked on. Who could forget the Republican campaigning that called Obama a muslim and at the same time characterised him as a passionately anti-American black Christian – or the democrat campaigning that portrayed McCain as an old timer, unable for the job and Sarah Palin as a pig with lipstick? Or, the Joe the Plumber saga? (Joe the “plumber” it seems, is not actually licensed to plumb at all..) We’ve seen celebrity Obama (and Paris Hilton’s campaign ads), Messiah Obama (who wasn’t actually born in a manger…but on the planet Krypton) and “That One”. We’ve heard the words “Maverick” and “Change” more times that anyone should ever have to. And yes, we’ve witnessed a small slice of American history.

I continue to have a love/hate relationship with Sarah Palin. I hate her creationist, uber conservative views and her “Joe sixpack” way of speaking. And what’s up with the cheerleader winks?! But I love the comedic element she brought to the campaign – unknowingly. The blunders, Dan Quayle moments, SNL skits and Sarkozy phone calls were all priceless. Lets just hope the joke will not continue through to an inauguration in January!I continue to be impressed by Obama, his amazing inspirational speeches, his ability to draw bi-partisan support, his economic policies and understanding of American foreign policies (despite his so called “lack of experience”). However, I am not naive enough to think that racism will not play a part in people’s decisions today. It’s incredibly sad to think that people still discriminate the same way their parents and grandparents did. They need to open their eyes, take a good look around and realise that times have changed. Thank God…or whoever you believe in.

So, as I sit at my laptop, with my cup of tea and wait longingly for voting to close for the evening, I cross my fingers for Obama and prepare for a little victory dance.

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Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful.

Am I the only person who just really doesn’t like winter?!

Everyone seems to be embracing the cold weather as a chance to wear layers, drink tea and acquire rosy cheeks – but I’d like to make the point that in Ireland you can do that all year round!

I agree with Christmas being a very special time of the year – lights twinkling, kids all excited and the BEST dinner of the year on the table….BUT its really FRICKEN COLD! Worse than the cold is the rain. Worse again is rain combined with wind. All of which will be happening on a daily basis from now until god knows when! March maybe?!

Everyone seems to be lauding winter fashion – coats, scarves, tights. But have we all forgotten how debilitating gloves actually are?! Forget about getting out your bus money in time with those wooly, fat fingers. Let’s not even discuss mittens. Have we all forgotten how horrible wet tights feel?! What about the how flat and static your hair looks once that wooly hat comes off? Better start adjusting to that winter lovers.

Trust me, I’ve been in colder scenarios – I’ve spent ten ridiculously icy winters in New York. Winter there is of a different variety. The cold slices through you and your jeans harden with frost, BUT…it rains very little. Which makes me a very happy er.. snow bunny indeed. On a similar note – snow is awesome but not combined with rain and wind. Then its just wet, cold crap.

On a completely separate topic – how is it possible that Christmas has permeated the shops before Halloween?! How are you meant to get into the Halloween spirit when there are selection boxes at every turn in Tesco? Christmas, after all is only one day (possibly two with Stephen’s Day) and dragging it out over three months totally diminishes it! At least in the States you have Thanksgiving to break up the space between Halloween and Christmas. The season doesn’t officially begin until Santa rides his sleigh past Macy’s in the Thanksgiving Day parade!

I realise that I have appeared Grinch-like in the above post. I am simply expressing the opinion that the winter is not all about Sugar Plums and snow angels.

If you need to find me, I’ll be hibernating until April. Wake me up when the sun comes back out. If it ever does.

PS. I tried to find an image to express the hatred I have for winter. None such image exists. Think miserable girl with red raw nose (attacked by the flu no doubt) with static hair and cold hands. Bleugh.

Desperately Seeking Accommodation

Since I got back from the Big Apple, things have been beyond hectic! I’ve been living a nomadic existence – basically travelling from friends house to friends house with a bag and a toothbrush and hoping to find somewhere to live in Dublin. So far, my search has been fruitless.

Now, its not for lack of trying! The other day I even bussed it from town to Stillorgan, back through town to Drumcondra (only to get there and realise the room had been rented) and from Drumcondra back to Donnybrook. AND I’M STILL HOMELESS.

The worst is going to see a house, meeting the housemates, and still not getting the room. What are they judging me on? The 15 minutes I’m in the place? How enthusiastic about the room I am? What I’m wearing?! My accent? …my hair? I dunno.

…I have been being a tad picky. But wouldn’t you be too? You’re looking for a place to share with people you don’t know and in an area you’re not very used to. Plus, I dont want to be too far from town, because that’s where I’ll be working. So somewhere between town and Dun Laoghaire is where I’ve been looking. Although, I’m almost thinking Drumcondra could be an ok idea – with the DART there too.

To make matters worse – Ive got some sort of tummy bug…which never fails to appear when I’m stressed out about something. So I’m stuck in bed for the weekend. Fun.

So that’s my rant for the day. If you know anyone with a single room near the DART or the 46A bus route – give me a holla.

Til then, I’ll be in my bed drinking ginger ale and complaining :)