WHEN I FIRST ARRIVED IN DUBLIN, I had no idea where I would live or what I would do. I had just finished a six month backpacking trip that had taken me all over Europe and into North Africa. I was exhilarated, excited for what was to come. I had a two year working holiday visa for Ireland and I was hoping I would find myself a new home. I had left Canada, quit my job and let go of my lease. All my things were in storage and I had no plans except to explore.
Things fell into place pretty quickly for me when I first arrived. I found a job within the first few days, found a group of friends within the first month, and had a room in an old Georgian rowhome in trendy Donnybrook complete with cool housemate within 5 weeks. Not bad for Dublin.
The first day I moved into the house my housemate Bébhinn informed me that this was the love house; every one of her housemates’ so far had left within a year to move in with their boyfriend. I told her not to worry, my love life was a non-starter and I would probably be there forever.