It's a move that I've been dreaming of for years, ever since I first heard about the Graduate Visa. And now I'm finally taking the plunge. In a matter of days, I'll be moving my life - or as much of it that fits into a 23kg baggage allowance - over to New York City.
I've always been a city kind of girl. I remember the excitement I got as a teenager as the 32 bus pulled into Dublin at night. Buildings around me illuminated by the offices still filled with late-night workers, I'd see every lit-up room as another story. It sounds pompous, but it's true. What can I say? I was a pretentious young 'un.
And then there was the first time I visited New York itself. As the Greyhound bus speeded towards China Town, I saw the oddly familiar, yet still awe-inspiring, high-rise buildings creep closer. Familiar, undoubtably because of the hundreds of films I'd seen in which the city outshines the leading cast. But, no matter how many times I watch Andy scurry around Manhattan in Devil Wears Prada or Harry and Sally goofing around in the Met, nothing can knock the thrill of seeing the real deal for yourself.
Lucky for me, I'll get that kick of adrenaline again in a few days! But for now, there's nothing left to do but see if I can squeeze one more pair of heels into my suitcase... See you across the pond.