So, I’m pretty pleased. After almost three years of paperwork, I’ve finally obtained my Irish passport! I am officially a citizen of Ireland – indeed, it says so right in my new document. Nationality: Irish. Place of birth: Canada (by some unfortunate accident.)
Description: Woman of the World.
Now, this doesn’t mean I’m giving up on being a Canadian. Not at all – I’ve always been very proud to wear the Maple Leaf. But at the same time, I’ve always wanted to be a European. Whatever that means!
My quest for an Irish passport/European Union passport began soon after my dear old dad passed on in 2005. I really, really miss him. Only after his death did I discover that because Dad was born in Ireland, I, as the child of an Irish citizen, was also an Irish citizen.
That got me thinking: why not get an Irish passport, both as a way of remembering my Dad, but also as a step towards perhaps someday living and working in Europe. Isn’t that a nice balance of sentimentality AND practicality? Very Irish AND very Canadian qualities, I would say.
So for now, I’m just enjoying possession of this document (written in both Gaelic, or Gaeilge, and English) to go along with my Canadian passport (written in both French and English.)
Perhaps it will help me open some employment doors in Europe, or at least the doors of some yet-to-be discovered relatives in County Donegal.