Yesterday around 11:00 a.m. local time our plane touched down on Irish soil. It still doesn’t seem real, but it’s official – we have left the Bay Area and can now call Dublin our home.
We are gearing up for a wild & crazy few days. We’re looking at five houses later today with our relocation agent and I’m super excited about it since we’ve been looking at them online for the past 8 months or so. A month ago several amazingly looking places popped up but the market moves so fast here that there was no way they’d still be available when we needed them. Sure enough, all gone.
One of the places we’re looking at today doesn’t really appeal to me at all – on paper it’s too suburban and it’s completely boring (but nice) new construction surrounded by a community of new construction, but it abuts a beautiful, huge park that hosts a Saturday farmer’s market so I understand (in theory) why the agent is taking us to see it.
Two other places are also suburban but in the opposite direction. They are really close to Alan’s office so I get why we’re going out there, but I’m worried about proximity to public transportation for me. One of them is just your general run of the mill suburb house but the other one? Oh my. We “favorited” it jokingly several weeks back because it’s ginormous and beautiful – old, historic house on a leafy street but completely gutted and remodeled into a modern beauty on the inside with a high end chef’s kitchen and family room with a wall of glass that looks out over a large, green backyard. The town is the birthplace of Samuel Beckett and is known as an upscale, wealthy suburb of the city.
Finally, another one of the houses we’re looking at is – on paper – our ideal place here. We aren’t too familiar with the neighborhood, but from what I can tell it’s a lot like Temescal in that it’s got a lot of places to eat and shop, but there is still a bit of grit to it so it’s not so overwhelmingly nice. The house itself is a victorian row house retaining all of its original detail but the kitchen level has been blown out and remodeled with a top-of-the-line chef’s kitchen with a walk out to a beautiful back yard. I sent it to our agent two weeks ago and told her that it was our ideal house so the fact that it’s still available makes me think something’s wrong with it. I guess we’ll find out.
Tomorrow we’re standing in line to get all of our necessary paperwork to live here legally which should be loads of fun. The relocation agent was used by our friend Patrick and supposedly she got up bright and early and reserved him a place in line so that he didn’t have to go before sun up so I’m hoping she does the same for us.
On Friday we’ve got more houses lined up to look at. Our corporate housing is funky – the location is amazing (spitting distance of St. Stephen’s Green) but the layout is *tiny* and there’s no way I could live here for the full month that we have it reserved for. After only one day I am *motivated* to find a place for us to live, even if said place is completely unfurnished while we wait the 8 weeks for all of our stuff to arrive.
Finally, the plan is this weekend to go test drive cars so we can have that taken care of. Our air shipment is set to arrive soon so we’ll need a vehicle to move all of it from the corporate housing to wherever we end up living. Oh, and to bring home half of Ikea.