How to Become a Librarian: 8. Lower Beechwood Avenue, Ranelagh

I finally have a little studio to call my own! As I type this, I’m sitting in my new local coffee shop listening to old-timey jazz. I feel like my vacation has come to an end. I’m paying my own rent, I have a neighborhood, a big window with a view of red brick rooftops, a commute, furniture, things to buy, a grocery store, a big blue door with a handle in the middle, an address, keys, all of my clothes to hang up… it’s a little overwhelming. I have arrived! The move was unbelievably simple for a girl who’s been dealing with New York City landlords for the past 6 years. It took about an hour to get the keys. Upon moving in, I discovered a greeting card with a hand-written message from the landlord wishing me a pleasant stay. I was shocked! Yesterday, I met the landlord and his wife, who has an office in the building where she sells fabric. They’re both about 55 or 60 or so. She had an eyebrow ring and dark purple eyeliner. He commented that I look like a creative person because of my purple hair and nails, which were freshly painted seafoam green to match my red dress. After seeing his wife and her style, I knew he meant this as a compliment. They were both so lovely and helpful. What was so surprising about the whole renting agreement and procedure was that there were no background or credit checks, no references or bank statements. All he said was that he could tell I was a reliable person and he’s very picky about who he chooses to allow in the building. I couldn’t believe it! That was it – I paid the deposit and a week of rent and the place was mine.

The other night, I went out for the first time since I arrived in Dublin. I went to Temple Bar and had an amazing time! I haven’t been drinking enough since I got here. I forgot how fun nightlife is in Dublin. The first stop was a pub/restaurant where I had my first official full Irish breakfast as a resident. Then, another pub where I was thrilled to find an underground swing dance lesson and party! Swing is my absolute favorite dance style so I followed the taped up paper signs to the party. It was so much fun! Everyone there really knew what they were doing. I danced with a bunch of friendly guys who just wanted to show off their moves. Luckily, I could keep up with most of them, except one dancer. He was amazing! I don’t even know what style of swing he was doing. Instead of the regular triples, he kind of put his heels out first and stayed low to the ground with his knees bent. He whirled me around as I laughed and tried to catch my breath. He was crazy! He looked almost like he was doing that Russian dance move where you cross your arms and kick, except he was turning all around as he did it. Super cool. I stayed out late and made it home by 3.

Here are the pictures of my little place that I know everyone has been waiting for!