Such a great quote, yet impossible to abide by. I’m sitting in the airport waiting to board my flight crying my eyes out because it’s over for now. It’s ironic that I didn’t cry in Moville when all the other International students were hysterical. No if crying is the norm in the situation I can’t cry. I much prefer to make a spectacle of myself—that must be how people who like to be invisible do it. I cry during lunch in the school staff room, when I should and want to say how wonderful the school is. I cry in front of the students in the yard as Julie leaves the school for the last time. I cry when I hear Tina on Skype with her parents saying how sad she is about leaving the Erasmus students and Ireland. I cry when I see a key chain of a footprint and “Ireland” written on it because it reminds me of all the inside jokes friends and I have. Just when I think I am done crying over the foot keychain, the song “The Dawning of the day” comes on which is the song that my students will be singing in one week when Mary McAleese, the Irish President, comes to school—so I cry for that, too. I cry when I go through the U.S. customs because I know it means I’m leaving Ireland. Now I am crying because it is maths time at the school.
I have pretty much cried for the last month because I am so sad to leave. I know that I will be happy to be home with my family and friends, however, I also know deep down I will have a void in my heart because I am leaving part of it in Ireland. All I want is to turn back time so I can experience the four months all over again.
Yesterday was my last night in Ireland (in this trip to Ireland) and I want to thank my class and the teachers for making my last day so pleasant. I also want to thank Jamie for making my last night brilliant. I had already cried all day and I just wanted to go out to the City Centre and enjoy my last few hours of the Emerald Isle. Jamie helped me do exactly that. For a few hours I forgot how sad I was about leaving and enjoyed the night. We may also have enjoyed a pub or two, a Guinness or two, and curry =)
My plane is getting ready to board and I’m getting ready to cry again, so I’ll leave my blog for now. Slán go Fóill
Well now it is exactly 23½ hours later and I just got back to my parents’ home in California. (I’m in denial that it will be my home for the summer or until I find a job). I’ve greeted my animals and gasped when I saw my room that my mother decorated until it looked like a bulimic leprechaun ate St. Patrick’s Day.
Former conversation with my mom:
(mom) “I may have decorated your room a little”
(me) “What do you mean?”
(mom) quiet…….
(me) “Mother what did you do?”
(mom) “Well, Big Lots was having a sale on their St. Patrick’s Day things.”
(me) “MOTHER! It better not look like a leprechaun upchucked in my room!”
(mom) quiet…. “I was just kidding your room is fine.”
(me) Mom, you're lying to me aren’t you. It looks like an ADHD leprechaun went ballistic in my room doesn’t it?”
(mom) “no…!?!!”
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