Homeless in Dublin?

Yep, you read that right. As I write this, I just culminated 4 months of homelessness in Dublin, Ireland.

“Wait Isis, are you saying you were sleeping on the streets for 4 months?”

Not exactly. Let’s start from the beginning.

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When I first moved to Dublin, I was well aware of the infamous housing crisis. I had read so many blog posts and watched so many YouTube videos about living in this city that I knew I was going to be in for a tough ride when it came to accommodation.

Heres the thing: I’m quite the over confident traveller (stubborn would be a better word). I assumed that because I had a relatively easy time finding a place to live in Melbourne (which is also notoriously difficult with apartment hunting) that with a little extra hard work and dedication to viewing apartments every day for 2 weeks, I would find something in no time.

Here’s the kicker: I did. I found a shared room close to the city and within my price range in exactly 2 weeks. But one thing led to another and it just ended up no longer being home.

So here’s the first thing I’m proud of in this story: I knew something was not for me so I let it go. Was it scary making such a last minute decision with nowhere to go? Absolutely. But I left home to have the adventure of a lifetime. I want to be happy and enjoy the ride, and not settle for anything below my expectations.

I’m beyond thankful that when it comes to job opportunities and money, Dublin has your back. So because of the fact that I was working full-time, I was able to book a hostel for the very next day to buy myself some time. I decided I would go week to week and keep the hunt going in the mean time. I put my keyboard in the storage room of the cafe I worked at and kept going.

A few more weeks go by and my partner in crime Courtney arrives in Dublin. She decided to get an AirBnB to buy herself time to hunt as well, and I jumped in on that opportunity with her. During those two weeks, we looked non-stop for any and every property that we could find. About midway through, I had my first breakdown: maybe this place isn’t for me. 

My family had begun to doubt my adventure over to Dublin and everyone around me was saying that they thought I was “lost”. And I began to believe it. So I started weighing my options and thought “Well shit. Maybe its time to go home”. Within 48 hours, I had arranged all my connections in LA and Austin, TX and was very certain I’d be on a plane home within a week. I had simply had enough.

I was so torn and so confused so I did what I always do in a moment of panic: I called my wise grandmother. What she said shook me to my core:

“Isis, who is this? Who are you? Because whoever this is, she’s weak. And my granddaughter isn’t weak, she’s a warrior.”

I know. Tough love, huh? She went on to remind me of something so crucial that it made my decision for me: I wanted to travel. chose travel time and time again. When I was offered a steady career path three times back home, I chose the instability of travel. When the career path I chose became fuzzy, I chose to keep traveling. When I had $.60 to my name, I stayed in Australia until that number became $0 (and even a little longer). Time and time again I fought for what I knew was meant for me. So what? Was I going to give up on that dream that I had chosen in every single crossroads of my life because things got… hard?

I am many things, my friends. But a quitter is not one of them, and I most definitely do not quit on myself. So I chose to stay. Many, many other moments of doubt and challenges came after this. I felt truly trapped: in my job, in my living situation, and in my life.

Fast forward to beginning of March and I find myself properly screwed. Every single hostel is booked, every Airbnb rate has doubled, and all of my options vanished because of St. Patrick’s Day. For the whole month. Although I didn’t realize this at the time, at the peak of feeling trapped, the universe was giving me a way out.

So after 2 phone calls and about 5 minutes, I booked myself a flight to Oslo, Norway for the next day to go stay with my roomie from Aus: Jenna and her wonderful girlfriend Tina. GIRLS YOU SAVED MY LIFE. They gave me a room, bed, food, emotional support, and the trip of a lifetime at the drop of a hat. I spent my week healing in this beautiful city with a quick day trip into Gothenburg, Sweden just because I could. But most importantly, Jenna reminded me of another huge lesson:

“You are never trapped. You are completely free. If something is no longer working, you can leave and try again.”

She gave me an incredible super power that I could take with me: a home to run away to anytime that I needed it. It was with this reassurance that I was able to face big, bad Dublin yet again.

I came back with a whole new determination. I was determined to get everything I wanted out of my dream job. I was determined to find a place to live. I was determined to keep traveling, at any cost, and as frequently as possible.

I enjoyed a wonderful St. Paddy’s day, and moved into what I swore would be my last hostel. I gave myself one week, and 0 excuses. At the end of that week, I had my dream job, and a place to live.

Wildly enough, I am extremely happy with every single part of this story. This is just the summarized version, but I learned so much more about myself and this world in the past 4 months than I have in the 23 years I have been on this Earth.

And as for you, my dear reader? Let this be a reminder: if making every single one of your dreams come true were easy, we would all be living our dream lives. It’s hard, and scary, and at times pretty freaking dark. But how will you show up to these challenges? Will you give up? Or will you push through and complete the obstacle course that the universe put in front of everything you’ve ever wanted?

I choose the latter. Every day. And now, when people look at me and say “You’re sooooo lucky to be living your kind of life!” I turn to them, smile, and politely correct them: “No, I’m worthy.”

Stay Kind & Persevere x

Addendum: I just would really like to emphasize how grateful I am for all of the support I have received in the past four months. Mom, Mama, Sasha, Morgan, Courtney & Niamh, Sam, Pip, Katie, Thomas, Connor, Kassie, Jenna & Tina, my cafe & TIG crew, and anyone else who listened to me or gave me a bed to sleep in, I am forever thankful for you and can only hope I am given the opportunity to return the favor and show that level of kindness to you all. All my love to you.

 

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