That’s all I have left in Ireland.
Why does time have to go so fast and be so unfair? I don’t understand it.
I have lots of stories to write about from the last few weeks as well as a couple last things to happen this week that I’m saving for when I go home. I’ll arrive back in Georgia broke and bored, so I’ll have plenty of time to sit down and write about them all. But for now, I just want to take my time to enjoy Ireland.
The idea of moving home has sunk in, and even thought I would love to stop it if I could, I have accepted it. It is what it is. I knew when I made the decision to come to Ireland that it would only be for one year. What I didn’t realize was just how fast thing year would go by.
It honestly feels like yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day or last week was Christmas or maybe a month ago was my first night in the apartment. Now, I’m beginning my 52nd week in Ireland literally counting down the days until I have to fly back to the Georgia heat.
What awaits me there? A car payment, student loans, my childhood bedroom, best friends from high school, and my family. There is no job, no prospects of an apartment on my own, and no idea of what I even want to do. Frankly, it looks rather grim. We’ll just have to wait and see how things turn out won’t we?
7 days of Ireland.