Earlier this weekend, my roommate Matilda and I were sitting in my bed talking about the future and plans for our lives. She is 19, a budding Swedish chick ready to take on the planet, and I am 22, a travel addict yearning to see the world. We have the world at our fingertips, long lives ahead of us, but no desire to leave Ireland. She and I sat on my bed practically crying because my visa runs up at the end of September. When that happens, my time living in Ireland will be finished, and I’ll have to leave.
You may be thinking, “Psh. September is ages away!” But it’s really not.
Today is May 5, and my visa expires on September 29. That’s only 147 days left in Ireland. Between now and then, I have a trip planned to Israel from May 20 – 26, and I will be back in the States May 28 – June 5. When I arrive back in Ireland on the 6th of June, I’ll have my sister with me, and my parent’s will arrive the next week. They will all be in town until Just 21st. So that’s minus 30 days bringing me to 117 days left in Ireland on my own.
But that’s still not it!
I have plans to do a three-week train ride through Southern and Eastern Europe the first part of September. My hope is to begin in Portugal, make my way to Greece, up to Poland, and out of Austria. Don’t worry Mama, I plan to be visiting people and having friends travel with me along the way. 🙂 Either way, that’s another 21 days where I will be on the road and not in Ireland bringing me to a grand total of 96 days left in Ireland.
I still have so many things I want to do, but only so many weekends to do it!
Beyond wanting to see as much of this country as possible, I’m going to miss my friends. I’ve met so many incredible people over the course of this year. My friends are from Nepal, France, Sweden, South Africa, Ireland, Romania, Spain, Canada, and the list goes on and on. What am I going to do without these people in my life everyday?! I know in today’s world, we have Facebook and Instagram and all other kinds of social media that allow us to keep in touch, but it isn’t the same. It won’t be like I’ll have Matilda curled up watching crap TV on my laptop with me all the time. I’ll have to chat via FaceTime and Skype.
Oh how my heart is already breaking, and I still have so much time to go. I don’t want to go. I’ve created a life here for myself. I signed tax form. I got a job. I have an apartment in City Center. I have friends that have become family. I am in love with Irish food and the ability to walk everywhere!
Words cannot describe my emotional attachment to this place. My heart is breaking months before I actually have to leave. Lord help me when September 29th actually arrives. Until then, I will spend as much time as possible with the people I love in the place that I love, and know in the back of my mind, that I do not have much time left here.