From Northern Ireland to Cambridgeshire

D-Man and I spent 7 months in Northern Ireland, and our time there was memorable in a lot of little ways that have added up to one big experience.

For starters, we rang in the New Year at the Duke of York. We ate crispy pork belly at Made in Belfast, and had the best seafood at Mourne’s.

 

We road tripped it to Giant’s Causeway and Carrick-a-Rede…

 

…and did our fair share of hikes in Northern Ireland’s gorgeous, green landscapes.

 

I was interviewed by BBC Radio in Derry about walking the Camino.

 

D-Man developed a Belfast twang, and a professor at Queen’s told me my writing was too internalized (like a knife to my belly).

 

But I recovered, got my Irish dancing on,…

 

…and scoped the city for Game of Throne actors, like a true L.A. lady.

 

As much as we loved and learned from our experiences, we needed to move on. D-Man was getting antsy and felt there was something better for us out there, at least in terms of work. So he made a few calls, did another set of interviews, and announced that we were moving to England.

 

Hopping on our third ferry ride.

 

Cambridge.

 

Interestingly enough, we’ve ended up living right by the river.

In Granada, we lived by el Río Genil, in Northern Ireland we lived by the beautiful River Lagan, and now we’re living by the River Cam. It hasn’t been anything intentional on our part, so I joked with D-Man about how maybe we’re meant to live by all sorts of rivers around the world. He raised an eyebrow, probably because we’ve moved house way too many times these past couple of years to think of moving again.