And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came.” – John F. Kennedy
I’ve moved to Northern Ireland.
And me being me, I choose to announce it not with a sweeping city shot of Belfast or a cheeky Game of Thrones reference, but with the sign that a childhood dream of mine came true – I now live by the sea!
I mean, not like right next to the sea. But as people here love to say, everything is just a 30 minutes drive away anyway. It so happens that I can usually make it in 20. The pictures you see here are from Bangor, one of my all-time favourite places and a definite must if you’re planning on popping over to Northern Ireland for a visit.
I mean, look at it – it’s bloody gorgeous. Spoiler warning: the jokes about how much it rains are very true. You would not believe how quickly the weather here can change. There aren’t many days as glorious as this freezing cold but blindingly bright January day was. I promise you get used to it! Or rather, you learn that a waterproof jacket and an umbrella in the boot of your car are necessities.
I’ll most definitely end up rambling on and on about all the things to do in Northern Ireland. I don’t know if you can tell but I’m falling head over heels in love with this place. but I think exploring all the charming seaside villages would still be my number one preferred day out activity.
As silly as this sounds, my mood instantly lifts from the moment I get that first whiff of sea air. I feel happier and more energetic. I’ve even mostly managed to avoid the classic winter blues.
The funny thing is that I don’t even come from particularly sea-fairing folk. Until recently, I didn’t even much care for fish. Some of my fondest memories, however, are of seaside holidays in summer. At first I disliked the sand sticking to my toes and had to be carried around. Then I got mardy because I couldn’t catch a seagull. Finally, I stuck my feet in the water, kicked the waves and I was hooked.
I’m not sure how it’s worked out this way but I feel surprisingly at home here. I’ve come to grips with the accent and know what to answer when someone asks me “What’s the craic?”. I have also adopted a daily Nambarrie drinking habit. All in all, I’m slowly going native and I can’t say I much mind.