Being Home

I’ve been home from Dublin for a few days now, and it’s weird. That’s the only way to put it. I’m not used to being home. North Carolina feels radically different than the places where I’ve spend the last six weeks of my life. Mostly I just miss the city. I miss waking up in the morning and knowing that I have all kinds of adventures waiting for me. I’m bored more than anything else.

However, I did get a puppy and that’s been a blast. His name’s Oliver (I usually call him Ollie) and he’s perfect. He’s making the transition a lot easier for me because he’s an adventure of his own. It is nice to see my friends again. I missed them all terribly, and being home, dull though it may be, does allow me to get back to spending time with them. I wish so much that I could have shared my time in Ireland with them.

I’m not at all disappointed with the people I did have while I was there though. I’m actually a little surprised by how much I miss my friends from study abroad. Seeing someone every single day and then suddenly not seeing them at all is really tough. It’s hard to think that we’ll never all be in the same place again. Sure, I guess there’s a small chance that we’ll all get together at some point, but the odds are incredibly low, seeing as we all live all over the country. Still, at least we’ve got Facebook and email. That helps.

Basically I just miss Ireland a lot. I miss the city and the culture and my friends, but being home is all right too. I’m adjusting, slowly but surely.