Welp. My study abroad experience is now officially over. However it still doesn’t feel real.
…I’m going back after Christmas, right?
I’ve been back in America for barely three full days, and already my friends are trying their darndest to “re-assimilate” me back into American culture. For instance, on my first full day back in the country, I was participating in just about the most American thing you can do on a Sunday in December: I went to a football game. Unfortunately, it was the Bills, and obviously, they lost. By the car before the game, I had mittens on (it snowed—hoorah!) and therefore, I couldn’t exactly put my hand in the bag of Cheetos and grab a delicious morsel for myself. Consequently, I had to ask my friends to just pop one into my mouth for me. However, the requirement for such deliciousness on account of my re-assimilation was to declare my love for America. So pretty much the afternoon consisted of me saying, “I love America” whenever it was asked of me…which was quite often.
The next day I had to face the harsh reality of unpacking and laundry and unpacking and laundry. My goodness, there was a lot of laundry. Although, I guess that’s what I should have expected when both my bags were a mere half a kilo under weight at the airport. Thank goodness that they were under, because I didn’t have 200 euros to spare for the ridiculous overweight fee!
Today however, I had a baking bonanza! We made so many wonderful and creative Christmas cookies, and it was the perfect way to get into the holiday spirit.
I’m very excited for Christmas and seeing the rest of my family (ALL MY STEP SIBLINGS ARE COMING OUT THIS YEAR!), but I can’t help but still miss Ireland…
…no one is speaking in an accent, people look at me funny when I say craic, or shite, or shift, and worst of all, there is no emerald green grass. It would be one thing if we had some snow here, but unfortunately we’ve just got dead grass and mud. joy.
Ireland was a wonderful experience. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. It was the semester of a lifetime, and I would do it all over again if I had the chance. I grew up a lot this semester, and I think I’m a much stronger person now. (Look at these guns… *flexes arm muscles and kisses biceps*). Sorry, I’m not good at being serious, and instead I just crack jokes.
But really. In all seriousness. Ireland was amazing. I’d go back in a heartbeat. I met some great people…met some not so great people…but nevertheless had so many more than great times and have made so many wonderful memories that I’ll hold with me forever.
Moral of the story: if you even have the tiniest inkling to go study abroad…DO IT! It’ll be the best decision you’ve made so far.
Thanks for following me and my adventures on my blog!
So long! Farewell! & Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!