Before I start my story I want you to know that this isn’t going to be a blog about my choice of (extreme) sports. I’m not going to be writing about my gear or where to find the best mountains in my country.
I’m going to continue where the last blog ended; Getting Lost and accepting it.
Last year I left my country and moved to Dublin, Ireland. I had finished my college degree in (Sports)Communications and I didn’t have a clue what to do with my life. I decided to go on an amazing trip first to let it all sink in. I completed the childhood path as we all know it and was wondering what I wanted as a next step in my life. And so I left for Indonesia with one of my best friends. It was an amazing journey and I’m planning on going on another major trip next year again, what an amazing experience!
When I got back home I found an email in my inbox with the question if I wanted to work in Dublin. As I still didn’t have a clue what I wanted in my life, I was totally Lost, I went for the adventure! All of a sudden I found myself in Europe on a rainy island (no offence lads, I love Ireland).
Moving abroad is a great experience so far. I’ve seen so many majestic sights (The Cliffs of Moher for example) and I’ve met so many new people from so many different countries and cultures. It was only yesterday evening that I went to a party of one of my friends here and I realized I have made so many new friends from all over the world: Brazil, Sweden, Spain, The Netherlands and a whole lot more. I truly feel blessed having these people in my life now!
It’s funny though – how you always tell your family and friends back home that you’re fine, on Instagram they all see the wonderful things I’m doing over here. But it’s not just all fun and games, moving abroad, being Lost. It can be hard too.
I wonder if any of you have the same experience?
I’ve always loved the outdoors. As a child living in America me and my parents would go camping regularly and I’ve always kept the habit of going outside when I feel the need to. On Sundays if I need to get my head straight I always go for a run or a ride outside the busy city.
Today I road my bike to a place called Bull Island, look it up. If you’re ever in Dublin for a longer period of time, it’s a great place for a calm walk along the seaside. Bull Island is where I was a few months ago when I received a phone call from home. Something was terribly wrong with my dog, Benny, and they had to put him down later that day. Of course my heart broke having to hear that. I loved my dog and I wasn’t there to help him through the toughest moment of his life.
But I’m not here to tell you all about my personal grieving. The bottom line is: in these moments it’s very hard to live abroad. To be Lost. It can be lonely at times and if things go south back home that doesn’t make life any easier.
I was gladly surprised when I found GetLostApparel and started reading the blogs. I can totally relate to the Get Lost mentality and the standards & values on what it is based upon. I’m 25 years old and I’m still as lost as can be. But by reading the blogs and following all you guys on Facebook it’s much easier to just accept it! I’ll find my way. I’ll get there (wherever ‘there’ may be).
But until then, I’ll go on as many adventures as possible and see what life has to offer!
My message for you guys is: Getting Lost won’t always be easy but I’ve learned to embrace the journey rather than being frustrated about my current situation in life. Dancing isn’t about aiming at a particular spot in the room where you ought to arrive at, the whole point of dancing is the dance.
Enjoy whatever comes your way, make the best out of your situation and keep looking under every rock!
I’m curious about you guys and I’m looking forward to reading about your journeys!
- Daniel A.
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