“To everything (turn, turn, turn) there is a season (turn, turn, turn) and a time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, a time to die, a time to plant, a time to reap, a time to kill, a time to heal, a time to laugh, a time to weep!” –The Byrds
It’s hard to believe, but my time in Belfast is coming to an end. In less than a week I’ll step onto a plane and my semester abroad will officially be over. Just like when I was preparing to leave for Belfast, my feelings about going home are mixed. I’m excited to go home, be with my family and friends, enjoy the Texas warmth, and to no longer live in a dormitory. But there is something undeniably sad about endings. I can already feel myself missing the people from my IFSA-Butler group and the great times we’ve had together will live as perfect moments in my memory.
I’ve been busy trying to make the most of my last few weeks, visiting some of Belfast’s famous bars–the Crown, Robinson’s, Filthy McNasty’s (which is actually neither filthy nor nasty), White’s Tavern (built in 1630), and the Duke of York–and some sights that I hadn’t gotten around to yet, like the Newgrange Tombs and Stormont Parliament Buildings.
For now I’m focusing on studying for final exams and managing (what’s left of) my budget so that I can enjoy my favorite restaurants (The Elms Bar and Maggie May’s) one last time. It’s been a whirlwind semester and I can’t even begin to process everything I’ve learned during my four months in Belfast. The time here has passed so quickly and the next five days will be over before I can blink an eye, but I have no doubt that these last few days will be just as good as the 125 that have preceded them. As the clock ticks closer to my flight I find myself more excited and more wary, but I know that everything has a season and everything must end.