15 plane rides.
6 countries visited.
5 hour time difference.
4 flatmates turned
friends.
3 classes 3x a week.
2 pairs of boots ruined.
1 semester abroad.
1 semester abroad.
1 amazing journey.
Oh, Ireland.
What a beautiful,
beautiful country you are. You gave me so many opportunities to make new
friends, delve into your culture, explore the world, and ultimately grow as a
person. This won’t be the last time that I write about you, but now the
semester is over. It's good night, not goodbye. I plan on coming back one day to make even more memories and relive some old ones.
Me at the highest peak in Northern Ireland. |
Christmas is here; and
even though I have an exam to take in January, it’s time to go home. I’m
writing this as I’m sitting in Newark’s airport, reminiscing about all the time
I had and how I wish I could have a little bit more. I feel like I had just gotten
the hang of things – I learned how to live on my own for the first time. I can
cook a fine shepherd’s pie from scratch, navigate a new city without much
trouble, and I can almost say goodbye without shedding a tear. That last part
may be a bit of stretch, but that’s okay because I've made so many wonderful friends and had so many amazing experiences.
Our goodbye party in my flat. |
Friends and I climbing the Moore mountains. |
Have a merry holiday and
a blessed New Year.
Best,
Kim