From aspirations

Dublin Writer’s Museum

“I think being a woman is a bit like being Irish. Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second best all the time”–Iris Murdoch Lately I’ve been trying to get a job working at a museum. I don’t think it’s going to work, but nevertheless I’m trying. The museum that I had my eye on, other than my favorite Leprechaun Museum (see Ireland spring break post in March 2016), is the Dublin Writer’s Museum. So today being another day off for me, meant that I went on a little field trip with a side solicitation. And then my…

Above & Below Average

Yesterday I sat myself down to calculate my average weekly/monthly earnings from working in this cafe. I did it to include and exclude my tips. Additionally, I noticed on my payslip that I don’t think I earn enough to be taxed anything…my first indicator that I am below the Irish poverty level. I did some googling about average wages in Ireland, and came across a newspaper article written in February about Irish average earnings and such. It stated: “At the other end of the scale the CSO figures show that the lowest average weekly earnings were €350.04 in the accommodation…

Red Car Conversations & Cafe Photoshoots

Yesterday was incredible. Sometimes, just sometimes, I love people. I had been badgering the son of the woman who hosted us in Dublin, a deputy editor for a travel magazine, and after about a month of interrogation, I finally had the chance to sit down with him and interview him for The Podcast. Today, he flies to LA for two days for a photo shoot. And since he works for an airline company, I imagine him hamming it up with champagne and some classy dinnerware. Say hi to my parents for me? I met him on the west side of…

The Italian Getaway

I knew taking a five day trip away from Middelburg days before the big move to Ireland was risky business. But anxiety about the next time I would be able to jet off to foreign places propelled me to do it anyways. As my aunt had mentioned during grad week: I’m afraid of being trapped. Two days before I was set to meet Mieke in Brussels, I had a meltdown. Actually, it was the second meltdown in one week. I had been agitated, anxious, and upset over the state of my moving process. Furniture wasn’t sold according to my predetermined…

Sherlocking through life

Les bons moments de la vie me font sourire ainsi que les souvenivs–Alexandre I’m sitting at my desk, and I’m reading my yellow Journalism textbook for class. Portugal by Walk the Moon is playing, and I’m just itching to become something. Say something, write something. So I set my book aside, and start. I think I’ve decided that I am a storyteller, and that’s my main drive for my fascination with journalism lately. I love listening to other people’s stories, and I like telling my own, clearly. And it was a few days ago that I’ve put a few puzzle…