To the land of eternal springtime, my heart breaks for you.
Home. May 20th.
Goodbyes are coming ever quickly. I'm scared to death.
Surprise, Surprise, right?
To try to stray from the average vagueity of my posts, I'll flat out tell you why I'm so scared.
A} Pretty Obvious One. I don't handle change or goodbyes well in any way shape or form. I somehow find a way to cling onto things until their very last breath... and even after. Somehow, I have a feeling I'll be doing the same this time around.
B} Things at home are questionable. Especially in the burg. People are being assholes left and right, and I'm not quite sure I'm ready to deal with all the ridiculous drama that engulfs that little town. In fact, I kind of plan on not dealing with it. It's just going to suck to be around.
C} Of course there's a boy. Not really in the traditional sense of what I'd term "a boy" {you know, the romantically involved type?}, but he is my best friend here, and has become one of my best friends in general... and I just... I just know I'm going to miss him. And I know that once our little bubble is popped {which it has to be, considering its nature}, I'm going to be very very sad.
D} Last, I've heard that Ireland has a reputation for heartbreak. I guess I'm finally starting to realize exactly what that means. The intensity of its beautiful landscape creates this incredible sense of being fully, one hundred percent alive. It's a beautiful love affair, of sorts. And when it's over, that intensity is transferred to a deep sense of loss. Ireland really is breaking y heart.
Anyway, that's about it. I'm not at all sad or depressed, if that's what it sounds like. Just a little bit anxious about the goodbyes that I have to face. I know i'll be okay, and I do miss everyone at home terribly. I'm really excited to see all of you, and to find out what you've been up to the past few months. I'm not so excited to get back to real life, but I suppose you can only be on holiday for so long.
*le sigh*
Goodbyes are coming ever quickly. I'm scared to death.
Surprise, Surprise, right?
To try to stray from the average vagueity of my posts, I'll flat out tell you why I'm so scared.
A} Pretty Obvious One. I don't handle change or goodbyes well in any way shape or form. I somehow find a way to cling onto things until their very last breath... and even after. Somehow, I have a feeling I'll be doing the same this time around.
B} Things at home are questionable. Especially in the burg. People are being assholes left and right, and I'm not quite sure I'm ready to deal with all the ridiculous drama that engulfs that little town. In fact, I kind of plan on not dealing with it. It's just going to suck to be around.
C} Of course there's a boy. Not really in the traditional sense of what I'd term "a boy" {you know, the romantically involved type?}, but he is my best friend here, and has become one of my best friends in general... and I just... I just know I'm going to miss him. And I know that once our little bubble is popped {which it has to be, considering its nature}, I'm going to be very very sad.
D} Last, I've heard that Ireland has a reputation for heartbreak. I guess I'm finally starting to realize exactly what that means. The intensity of its beautiful landscape creates this incredible sense of being fully, one hundred percent alive. It's a beautiful love affair, of sorts. And when it's over, that intensity is transferred to a deep sense of loss. Ireland really is breaking y heart.
Anyway, that's about it. I'm not at all sad or depressed, if that's what it sounds like. Just a little bit anxious about the goodbyes that I have to face. I know i'll be okay, and I do miss everyone at home terribly. I'm really excited to see all of you, and to find out what you've been up to the past few months. I'm not so excited to get back to real life, but I suppose you can only be on holiday for so long.
*le sigh*