Just checking...I'm still in the US, right?
Well, it has been an interesting week, to say the least. In all honesty, I'm currently at a state of exhaustion that I haven't known since college...
And I need to clean my apartment today because next week is going to be -gasp- worse.
Oh goodness, am I lazy.
In an extraordinary chain of events, many things have come up recently that remind me of my semester-long adventure in the Emerald Isle. Every once in a while, something happens that triggers a sweet memory from those days, but this past week has been an exception. I kept a separate travel blog for that, so you won't get the finer details here. Let's just say that I still can't believe it all actually happened.
At this point two years ago, my finals had wrapped up and I was relishing my last weeks in that beautiful little country while waiting for my mom and best friend to come visit.
First and foremost, a new Ed Sheeran music video was released last week. Not only did it feature the dance school that I danced with over there (that subsequently re-ignited my passion for Irish dancing, dissuading me from retirement), but just watching my video made me feel as if they had chronicled my late-night escapades perfectly. I have vivid memories of walking the cobblestone of shop street late at night in a pair of cheap heels. I remember the quiet thrill of the dark storefronts coupled with the warmth and light of the crowded pubs. I remember running into many buskers, who filled the quiet streets with music. I remember my friends' laughter. The million cute guys that we awkwardly pulled with us to McDonald's- the French guys, boat boy, etc. The chill of the nights where we could see our breath. The light drizzle that seemed to never leave. Leaving Taafes as they closed, with the sweet taste of a snakebite or Bulmers still in my mouth. The small sense of pride that accompanies stepping out of your comfort zone. Okay, that's enough sentimentalism. But, yeah, that happened.
Secondly, apparently there's an NUIG alumni function here next week. I know that they'll just ask me for money I don't have to help build whatever fancy new building they're working on, but I'm going anyway. You could say that I'm channeling the ever-opportunistic Galway version of myself. I guess I count as an alumna? Screw it, I'm going. I've already RSVPed anyway.
Thirdly, it won't stop raining. Well, it stopped long enough for the weekend, but... it's scheduled to start again and we're all very upset.
Apart from that, the last couple weeks have been pretty busy. We're hardcore struggling to fill up an RCT, while dealing with 4 overlapping assessment periods. Lots of birthdays, graduations, etc. are either currently happening or will be happening in the not-too-distant future, so it shows no signs of stopping.
Anyway, because cleaning and my groceries are calling my name, I need to call it a day. Thanks for listening to my nostalgia.
Chiyo
And I need to clean my apartment today because next week is going to be -gasp- worse.
Oh goodness, am I lazy.
In an extraordinary chain of events, many things have come up recently that remind me of my semester-long adventure in the Emerald Isle. Every once in a while, something happens that triggers a sweet memory from those days, but this past week has been an exception. I kept a separate travel blog for that, so you won't get the finer details here. Let's just say that I still can't believe it all actually happened.
At this point two years ago, my finals had wrapped up and I was relishing my last weeks in that beautiful little country while waiting for my mom and best friend to come visit.
First and foremost, a new Ed Sheeran music video was released last week. Not only did it feature the dance school that I danced with over there (that subsequently re-ignited my passion for Irish dancing, dissuading me from retirement), but just watching my video made me feel as if they had chronicled my late-night escapades perfectly. I have vivid memories of walking the cobblestone of shop street late at night in a pair of cheap heels. I remember the quiet thrill of the dark storefronts coupled with the warmth and light of the crowded pubs. I remember running into many buskers, who filled the quiet streets with music. I remember my friends' laughter. The million cute guys that we awkwardly pulled with us to McDonald's- the French guys, boat boy, etc. The chill of the nights where we could see our breath. The light drizzle that seemed to never leave. Leaving Taafes as they closed, with the sweet taste of a snakebite or Bulmers still in my mouth. The small sense of pride that accompanies stepping out of your comfort zone. Okay, that's enough sentimentalism. But, yeah, that happened.
Secondly, apparently there's an NUIG alumni function here next week. I know that they'll just ask me for money I don't have to help build whatever fancy new building they're working on, but I'm going anyway. You could say that I'm channeling the ever-opportunistic Galway version of myself. I guess I count as an alumna? Screw it, I'm going. I've already RSVPed anyway.
Thirdly, it won't stop raining. Well, it stopped long enough for the weekend, but... it's scheduled to start again and we're all very upset.
Apart from that, the last couple weeks have been pretty busy. We're hardcore struggling to fill up an RCT, while dealing with 4 overlapping assessment periods. Lots of birthdays, graduations, etc. are either currently happening or will be happening in the not-too-distant future, so it shows no signs of stopping.
Anyway, because cleaning and my groceries are calling my name, I need to call it a day. Thanks for listening to my nostalgia.
Chiyo