This is the day, 2 june 2014, where i was alone in Dublin & my family flew off to Milan. I lost my passport & only realised just when we were about to enter the departure gate. It was a v sad moment as everyone searched my luggage & bagpack thoroughly to find my passport. Furthermore, i had no place to stay & my borther had to quickly book a random hostel for me as most of em were fully booked. This is one extremely painful lesson i learnt to always check to see if my passport is w me before heading off to another location. I was sooo looking forward to Milan. I tried my best to hold back my tears as my mum & bro accompanied me down the escalator. Right before momsie put me in a cab she gave me cash to spend for myself to eat. Whats worse was tt the clothes i had in my hand carry luggage were all bareback rompers. I had no warm clothes whatsoever. I had to buy warm clothes for myself & i was wearing sandals. I left my boots in Cork. I was in the worst situation ever. Momsie texted me everyday. So did Shu Xia, Uncle Ian, Hazel & R. The tany's helped me by ensuring i got my temp passport done within the extended 5 days i was in Dublin. Everyone told me to turn the situation ard by making the best out it & learning to be independent.
Being independent was what scared me to death. I'm the sort of person who needs companionship all the time. I can never eat alone in fear tt ppl wld stare & i will feel awkward. Even gg from place to place within SG i alr had such a big problem! I constantly got help from loved ones & friends & thus, i grew up becoming v dependant on others to help me. So this trip was a big slap in my face to tell me, "Hey, u are 22yo! Grow some balls & learn to be on your own. Find your own direction. Learn how to read a map!" I told myself i was gna make it worth & find my own adventure since there's literally nothing i can do about it. I cried on the first 2 nights im not gna lie. I was scared to death. More so, i was extremely lonely. But the days got better but every night, i had trouble sleeping. I am so used to sleeping alone tt i cannot sleep w anyone else in the room. Let alne a hostel!! I was in a mixed dorm w 9 other ppl! YES NINE!! It was crazy. I felt so insecure. The twins texted me telling me to open up & talk to my room mates. I only did so on the 3rd day. It took me awhile to warm up to others.
Anw,w tt being said, i was forced to read a map & find my way back to the hostel or to any other place i wanted to go on my own. I was forced to eat on my own. I was forced to ask for help when i got lost & i was forced to talk to my room mates all because it was a learning experience for me. I made my own decisions during these 5 days in Dublin alone.
Below, are a series of pictures i took on my phone over the next 5 days. I went on the Cliffs of Moher tour which i will blog about in a separate post because tt very day deserves an entry on its own! (:
I am tho, very thankful to the kind ppl i met along the way in Dublin who learnt abt my situation & helped me heaps on getting my way ard Dublin. Irish are extremely friendly ppl.
Abraham House Hostel
82-83 Lower Gardiner Street, Dublin 1, Ireland
+353 1 855 0600
2 Ely Place Upper
Dublin 2. Ireland
001- (353) -1-669 1700
001- (353) -1-669 1710
Here's a video i put tgth taken w my samsung S4. The days i was in Dublin alone. I excluded the cliffs of moher videos.