It was fantastic to be shortlisted in the ‘newcomer’ category at the Image.ie blog awards. As a freelancer, it is difficult to get to know new people as you don’t have the daily work force around you. I started blogging because after moving to Dublin I didn’t have the coffee and chat company surrounding me that I have grown accustomed to in Finland – and mind you, some letters seemed to get lost in the mailman’s pockets suspiciously often.
I have always enjoyed my solitary travels, listening to my own thoughts and occasional stories from other people, but moving to Ireland was a more permanent journey and lonesome moments in the coffee shops a phenomenon which didn’t seem to come to an end – ever. The blog prevented me from turning into one of those people mumbling to themselves, shaking in shady corners, and it was very constructive for my spiritual development (a-hem) to start doing something I thought I’d never do: that is, to become a blogger. And now that I am one, I’d like to thank everyone who’s joined me for a cup of coffee so far via Crumbs of Rain, thank you my new friends!
The voting closed last Friday, and I also just spent my last weekend as an unmarried woman. I was planning to visit the Dublin coffee and tea festival over the weekend, but my emotional status was shaky enough as it was so had to skip any activity requiring any extra effort and strength. If I just make it to the plane leaving in two hours, I am a very happy blogger indeed! There are thousands of things that might be already in order what it comes to the wedding this Saturday, or, they may be completely neglected. At this point I think I have to give up, and just wait and see.
I had to organise hundreds of things last week, and I managed to complete three of them: I got rid of my cold by lying in bed for two days, I bid goodbye to a dear friend moving back to Australia for a year, and I finally managed to find my shoes for the wedding. My friend is jumping onto the plane in Britain the same time as I and M. do over here and start our journey towards Finland. As a matter of fact, the last time I have celebrated a wedding was this Aussie’s wedding in Glasgow. I have experienced some inner growth during the years, as in those days I was even less organised than now: I celebrated my birthday in Finland, packed my bag during the early hours of the morning/late hours of the night, jumped into a train and headed towards Tampere to catch the plane. In the railway station I was pondering whether I should have a cup of coffee in the city centre, or in the hovel that is commonly known as Ryanair airport. I decided on the latter, which was a lucky strike for me, as my flight was an hour earlier than I had assumed. I didn’t have time for any coffee, but at least I made it into the plane.
I hadn’t made any reservations for the accommodation as I had lived in Scotland for years in my youth and knew there would be plentiful of B&Bs around. But my friend in Finland wasn’t able to take my un-organisation, took my credit card details and while I was napping on my flight she googled for accommodation options both in Glasgow and Edinburgh, made comparisons, picked the best options, and booked them. So when I stepped off the plane and switched on my phone I had a list of addresses where to unpack my bags. Thank you J.! But I wish you had also done the packing for me because when I unpacked my bag in that cosy little room you got for me I realised I had left my skirt for the wedding in Finland.
But because I am stepping into a new serene life as a married lady this week, I shall remember to pack my wedding dress, don’t you worry! So far I have been pleased with the general course of events what it comes to the level of serenity. Check the photo below. For example, I found some fancy stationery for the wedding invites from Dublin’s oldest pen shop, The Pen Corner, and I found an afternoon tea stand from Cow’s Lane’s vintage shop in Temple Bar. The sparkling wine is a gift from my friend, a pre-ordered bottle of bubbles from his native land Tasmania. The wine shop, Corkscrew, near Grafton Street, was a new find for me in Dublin and a very nice looking one. I swear in the name of cava, but I’d buy this sparkling wine anytime again – it tasted very much like cava, and the bubbles were as effective.
In this serene atmosphere, I shall start my last week as an unmarried woman.