Wait, what?
16. Sixteen. Seize. Sechzehn.
However you want to write it, in whatever language, thats how many days it is until I step foot on Canadian soil. Today, Ive been here exactly 10 months.
Its wierd, it feels like time has flown by when I think "wow,Im home so soon" but when I think back,it feels like a long time and a short time, at the same time. I came here so idealistic, thinking things would be perfect and all that jazz. I thought Jake and I would get a nice little apartment, fun jobs, the locals would be your idealized movie versions of the Irish, the friends I made before coming over would grow to be my best friends ev0r, and then at the end, we would all share heartfelt and teary goodbyes, then Jake and I would skip off into the sunset, back to London, and live happily ever after.
Well, reality set in quick on all those fronts.
But you know what? I may not have the nicest apartment in the best area of town, I dont talk to any of the friends I started out with, Im not crazy about the locals (well,the knackers), and Im defs not moving to London for a happily ever after, but Im happy with how things turned out.
I could go on, but most of the ways I feel cant be put properly into words.
I know Im going to miss this place, and I wish Id explored the country more, but I can always come back, and I will be back. If not this summer, then next. Ill come alone or with someone, rent a car, and explore with no real time constraints like when I roadtripped with dad.
Dublin is home. And I have a feeling that, like Sarnia, when coming back (even if Ive only left it for a little) it will feel like Im grounded, Im where I belong.
However you want to write it, in whatever language, thats how many days it is until I step foot on Canadian soil. Today, Ive been here exactly 10 months.
Its wierd, it feels like time has flown by when I think "wow,Im home so soon" but when I think back,it feels like a long time and a short time, at the same time. I came here so idealistic, thinking things would be perfect and all that jazz. I thought Jake and I would get a nice little apartment, fun jobs, the locals would be your idealized movie versions of the Irish, the friends I made before coming over would grow to be my best friends ev0r, and then at the end, we would all share heartfelt and teary goodbyes, then Jake and I would skip off into the sunset, back to London, and live happily ever after.
Well, reality set in quick on all those fronts.
But you know what? I may not have the nicest apartment in the best area of town, I dont talk to any of the friends I started out with, Im not crazy about the locals (well,the knackers), and Im defs not moving to London for a happily ever after, but Im happy with how things turned out.
I could go on, but most of the ways I feel cant be put properly into words.
I know Im going to miss this place, and I wish Id explored the country more, but I can always come back, and I will be back. If not this summer, then next. Ill come alone or with someone, rent a car, and explore with no real time constraints like when I roadtripped with dad.
Dublin is home. And I have a feeling that, like Sarnia, when coming back (even if Ive only left it for a little) it will feel like Im grounded, Im where I belong.