Irish Year Of Love

Christina's P.O.V- Going Home

I carried the last bag out of my apartment to the car. I didn't look forward to saying bye to the neighbors or anyone else for that matter. I just wanted to get going.

"Christina?"

Shit.

I spun around and decided I'd make this as short as possible.

"Hey Steve. What's up?"

"Nothing much" he looked at the truck. "Going on a trip?"

"Not exactly."

He stared at me, apparently waiting for me to tell him the reason for the truck.

Of all the people here, I was going to miss Steve the least. Sigh.

"I'm moving to Ireland."

I saw his face register with shock.

"Ireland??"

"Yes Steve." I bent down and lifted two flower pots. I shoved them towards him.

"Here. Something to remember me by."

"But..Ireland? You're moving?"

"Yes Steve."

Jesus fucking Christ. I walked towards the front of the car and indicated to the driver that I was ready to go. Steve trailed me, quite unsure of what to say it would seem but I knew he wanted to say a lot.

I gave him a pat on the shoulder and hopped in the passenger seat. At least I had privacy in Ireland. The car drove off.

I missed Ireland. Which was part of the reason I was going back. No amount of persuasion from my coworkers could make me stay. I missed the quiet and the country. I missed being around people who genuinely cared. Not people that would choose moving half way around the world from someone they supposedly loved just because they got a 'once in a lifetime job offer'.

New York did it's time. I mean, the hype was nice. The knowing a lot of people and being fashionable was nice too. But it never once felt like home. And Gracie choosing her job over me was just the icing on the cake. Gracie was okay. I won't say she was the 'love of my life' cause that's a tad bit dramatic. She was however, my partner for the past three years and I had grown really close to her. For her to just up one day and tell me she was moving to Italy was a lot to really handle. I begged her to stay. Begged. But to no avail. She refused to stay, said nothing could keep her in New York. That working for Vogue Italy was a big opportunity and that I had to understand that sometimes you had to choose a career over love. I know now that there was no love. At least that's not what it seemed like.

So I went online, called a few places and a few friends. Told my dad I was coming home and consulted a renting company. They agreed to rent me a small complex that I could use for my working area until I was more settled in to find somewhere else. And now here I was, checking in to the airport and wondering why I had moved in the first place.  Tori Kelly played on the radio somewhere.

"Here you go, just take a seat."

I gave the lady checking me in a small smile and went to sit.

"Flight 203 Ireland will be disembarking in the next fifteen minutes."

Home here I come.