Take the first step

Sun going down and messy waves at Strandhill

I've just moved to Sligo. I lived in a beautiful surf town called Raglan in New Zealand for nearly a year two years ago and it made me incredibly happy to know that the surf and the sunsets, the sound of waves, the sand between my toes and the anticipation of a surf check were a mere ten minutes from my little house on the hill. Now I have an apartment for the winter, close to town so the road rage can be calmed down. Now, I can drive ten minutes and repeat the Raglan process on the wild west coast. I moved only a week ago and already got numb toes and a silly smile from a quick surf two days after we had moved from the Big Smoke. My boyfriend looked on, thinking I was mad. He was wrapped up in hat and scarf and wooly jumper. I was racing around like a five year old in my wetsuit and bare feet, trying to remember how to surf. It all lasted forty minutes but made me smile and breathe again. Afterwards, I rinsed my wetsuit in the shower and smiled quietly to myself as I watched the sand run off into the shower tray. Soon, I'll have sand in my bag again and my dripping wetsuit drying in the shower will be a permanent fixture. Soon, I'll feel like I'm living the life I've always wanted. Everything is slowly getting back to being ok.