I write this while my (mostly) packed suitcase sits at the end of my bed, my planner open on top of it which reads: 1 day! under today’s date, my backpack full of my books (both about Ireland and not), and my heart full of the completely surreal feeling that I will be in Ireland in just a couple days’ time.
I always feel this way before a big trip: the feeling of the unknown so great that I cannot even begin to fathom what is about to occur. The feeling that something amazing is about to happen but I just don’t know what that is. The feeling that my life, and I, am about to change.
One thing I do know for sure is that whatever experiences Ireland (and wherever else I travel in these next few months) holds for me will be great, unforgettable, and completely amazing.
And I can’t wait.
So, Ireland, I am coming home. I’m coming for your fields of green, fences made of stone, deep history of literature, passion for all things whiskey, and every single thing I can learn from you.
And while I’m there, I’ll be sure to give my love to the leprechauns.