I'm finally ready to go for a 20 year old dream. I have wanted to be a piano teacher on the west Coast of Ireland since I left the place after a semester abroad in college. I just went back for a month and stared that dream in the face. I have the sense there that it is exactly where I am supposed to be and the life I lead here (as a piano teacher in addition to being a milliner) is just wrong. I know where I am supposed to be. I know what I'm supposed to be doing.
I know fully what I will lose (including a 20 year marriage) and I know what sort of life I can have. I don't need much. I've lived in brutal weather and incredibly small towns on the edge of the wilderness. I'm not worried about losing American amenities. I don't have them anyway.
But I don't know how to pull this off. According to one government site, as an artist I don't have to jump through employment hoops (the part that made me leave 20 years earlier). I'm at a loss for the next step. Do I just land, stay at my college roommate's house and hope I can work it all out? Which seems utter irresponsible, but what do I do next?
Emily
I know fully what I will lose (including a 20 year marriage) and I know what sort of life I can have. I don't need much. I've lived in brutal weather and incredibly small towns on the edge of the wilderness. I'm not worried about losing American amenities. I don't have them anyway.
But I don't know how to pull this off. According to one government site, as an artist I don't have to jump through employment hoops (the part that made me leave 20 years earlier). I'm at a loss for the next step. Do I just land, stay at my college roommate's house and hope I can work it all out? Which seems utter irresponsible, but what do I do next?
Emily
