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It’s Time to go Home

I only have 8 days left in Ireland this year. I get to fly home to my family in 8 days. I cannot overstate how fast my time here has gone so far. Some days seem to drag on and on, but in the big scheme of things, the last three months have gone so quickly.

Last Monday was my dad’s birthday and unfortunately I was not there to celebrate with him. We probably would not have done a whole lot if I was there, but we do not need a lot in our lives to be happy. A simple movie or watching a game on TV after going out for dinner would have meant the world to both of us. I am not sure anybody really realizes how close I am with my dad. He is my best friend, and I cannot wait to see him.

This is not to say I love my mom any less. That is absolutely not the case. When I first came to Ireland (and for about two months after), I was talking to my mom almost every day on Facebook. Lately, for about two or three weeks, we have only talked for a little bit. I will admit at first it was a tad frustrating always getting messages asking how I was doing and if I was having fun and stuff like that. At the time, I did not want to spend my time explaining the same things over and over again; I wanted to go out and live my life. But with the recent absence of conversation between us, I have really started to miss those talks. I may find them annoying at the time, but at the end of the day, it is nice to know that I have somebody that will always be there for me 100% of the time. The hardest part is finding a happy-medium where we are still in weekly contact while giving each other space to live our lives.

The holiday season has not hit me in the same way that it has in the past. In previous years, I have been able to experience driving past houses with Christmas lights, setting up decorations in the house with my parents, and participating in winter activities with my closest friends (whether it is Christmas shopping at the mall or going skiing in the mountains). This year is very different. I have gone to the Christmas markets in the city with friends here but it just was not the same. Some businesses have set up trees in the windows and put up lights, but it does not have the same personal feeling as going through the areas you have grown up in and are familiar with. I am afraid that when I go home, I will not have enough time to fully embrace and enjoy the season. Christmas is coming quick this year and will be over before I know it. It really makes you realize how special your own memories are, regardless of their simplicity. I know it sounds cliché, but the small things in life are sometimes the most important things.

I do not want people to take this as me being homesick or being negative. I am really enjoying my time here and part of me does not want to leave. Vicky’s boyfriend Peter just arrived and we have tons of time to go out and live it up. Our floor is doing Secret Santa, so that will be fun. We always tend to find things to bring us all together. It really shows how much of a family we all are.

Leaving for three weeks will be hard, because I have been living with these people for three months now, but I have to go home. I need my family, I need my friends, and I need America. In 8 days, I have all these things.


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