Wistful Writings and Wonderings

Wow, I can't believe I'm saying this, but this is the last post I'll be writing from the Emerald Isle. My flat is cleaned, my bags are packed, and today is the last day before I head to Belfast for the weekend before catching a flight back to the States. Tonight I had a farewell dinner with some of the spectacular friends I've made here, and after that my host parents took me out one last time for coffee. It's all so... final. That makes me really sad, but I am also really looking forward to seeing my family and friends once again- it really has been far too long since I've been with them. These last couple of weeks since my grand adventures around the UK have been pretty chill, actually. Mostly due to my lack of funds and to-do-before-I-leave list, I haven't gone out very much. I did take a few walks, though, and spent some time just being outside in this special place. Coleraine certainly isn't as fast-paced of an setting as what I'd gotten used

Hey! So this will be the last post concerning my Easter Break trips (Woohoo!!!). Don't get me wrong- I feel enormously blessed and beyond thrilled that all this stuff happened, that so many amazing adventures were had and places visited that this is the 5th post I've needed in a string of very long posts to tell everyone about it. It's not that I don't like telling people, or writing my thoughts down at all- it's just that it takes lots and lots of time. Not sure if you realized this, but I did word-counts of the last four and each one of them have surpassed the 2500 word mark. So basically what that means is I've essentially written four ten+-page papers in the span of a week and a half, and now I'm started on the 5th. I suppose it's a good thing that writing is my profession of choice, then. : ) Now, on to the good stuff. And it is, I assure you, good stuff. Bath is officially one of my favorite cities. It almost ranks as #1 in fact, except that I ha

Hello again! Before I get into my adventures in England, I just wanted to note that I have one week before I fly back to America. I have to tell you, I have severely mixed feelings about this. I am stoked to see my family and friends again, and exactly one month from today I'll be turning 21(woot woot!). I can absolutely not wait to give everyone hugs and spend time with them, because I have really truly missed their presence in my life; it hasn't been the same without them, and I'm looking forward to restoring balance to the world. At the same time, though... it's just... it's Ireland okay? I was driving to a museum with my host family the other day and gazing out the window on some rolling green hills full of sheep and crops and it's one of the pretties places I've ever seen. Not only that, though, I actually feel at home here, which is saying something because it took almost an entire school year for me to feel at home just on the other side of the stat