This topic – falling in love with an Irish man or woman and leaving all you’ve ever known for life in the Irish countryside – is fairly close to my heart because I am one of those people. In 2013, I left my home country of Canada and moved, six months pregnant with no job prospects, to live closer to my husband’s family in rural Ireland.

When my husband and I decided to move to his home place, everyone told us we were mad. The recession hadn’t quite calmed and the economy wasn’t great. We didn’t have any guaranteed income for possibly many months and we were leaving a comfortable life in Toronto while expecting our first child.