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I think it's finally set in. I'm moving to ANOTHER COUNTRY. See as much as I've visted and traveled and whatnot, I don't remember having lived anywhere but Texas. I know my streets in both Dublin and Cardiff, plus a bit of London as well. I can spell colour, neighbour, and apologise correctly. I can correctly make a Full English Breakfast and that sweetmeats are sweet, not meat, but that sweetbreads are meat and not sweet. But I still get the strangest looks when I open my mouth and that's absolutely embarassing.
I guess the last fifteen years I've become comfortable with being considered an American and Texan, though I'm not particularly fond of being called the latter. It's just not something I think about often and this morning I'm sort of panicking a little bit. I don't know much about living in another country full-time. Even when we'd come on holiday, it was always just for fun and we were very much in the mind-set of tourists. The idea of actually being Irish (well I am, but you know what I mean) is scaring me just a little. I know that they're no different than me, but I'm paranoid I'm going to say the wrong things or do the wrong things and they'll all hate me. :<
Apart from that, I'm surprised at how comfortable I am with leaving my parents for good. I always thought it would be this sobbing dramatic affair, but even now I think I'll only cry when it goes to leave my brothers. Then again, I'll be seeing Aidan in June so that's not really far away. And it's not as if I wasn't already planning on moving to either the UK or Ireland after I graduated, but I guess the suddeness has put me off a little.
STILL THOUGH I am excited and I'm almost packed. I have a million things to take care of with my mother today before I can leave tomorrow morning (omg!). So I won't be around as much as I thought I would. I don't know what I was thinking when I planned to just plant my butt in front of my computer. I AM LEAVING FOR GOOD (omg!) and I have SO much to do D:
On that note I have to gooooooooooooooooo...byeeeeeee.
I guess the last fifteen years I've become comfortable with being considered an American and Texan, though I'm not particularly fond of being called the latter. It's just not something I think about often and this morning I'm sort of panicking a little bit. I don't know much about living in another country full-time. Even when we'd come on holiday, it was always just for fun and we were very much in the mind-set of tourists. The idea of actually being Irish (well I am, but you know what I mean) is scaring me just a little. I know that they're no different than me, but I'm paranoid I'm going to say the wrong things or do the wrong things and they'll all hate me. :<
Apart from that, I'm surprised at how comfortable I am with leaving my parents for good. I always thought it would be this sobbing dramatic affair, but even now I think I'll only cry when it goes to leave my brothers. Then again, I'll be seeing Aidan in June so that's not really far away. And it's not as if I wasn't already planning on moving to either the UK or Ireland after I graduated, but I guess the suddeness has put me off a little.
STILL THOUGH I am excited and I'm almost packed. I have a million things to take care of with my mother today before I can leave tomorrow morning (omg!). So I won't be around as much as I thought I would. I don't know what I was thinking when I planned to just plant my butt in front of my computer. I AM LEAVING FOR GOOD (omg!) and I have SO much to do D:
On that note I have to gooooooooooooooooo...byeeeeeee.