Ireland Trip: Day 33
Today is my last full day in Armagh. As sad as I am to leave this town, I am so ready to come home. I miss my friends, I miss my family, I miss my dogs and cat, I miss my bed. Plus, school started yesterday, so it's simply time for me to be home. I can sit here and talk about the learning experience this has been, talk about how I've made tons of new friends and shared things with them that no one at home will understand. But really, I'm just ready to get back to my normal life.
Cultural differences aside, the people here are great but not the same as the Tahlequah-nians. I want to be able to talk about floating the river or eating at Chilango's and have people know what I mean. I want to come back for Taco Nights and see all my OIL friends and not have to explain what the organization is just to make it through a story. I want to come back to the newspaper and get buried in the minutia and work of it. I want to go to the movies without taking a bus for a half-hour.
I don’t want to sound like I’m griping too much, because this has been a great experience. Trust me, I’ve already raved about it to numerous people. To fulfill our requirements for the program, we've been asked to fill out a form that evaluates everything from the coursework to the standard of living. Despite my nitpicky annoyances, I still feel this experience was worthwhile and responded accordingly. But as I’ve said before, it’s just time to come home.
Before I came to the program I had difficulty imagining life with total strangers for four weeks. Now, the thought of not seeing these people every day is weird and pretty depressing. I’ll be home Saturday night, and by Monday I’ll be back in the full swing of school. But the impressions I’ve gained from this trip will linger with me for some time after.
Today I went for a walk around town, just to see something I had not seen before. I didn’t find much because I got kinda lost, but I did make it back to the restaurant I ate at on the first day. In a poetic sense, I ended at the beginning, and now I’ll return home Saturday. I’ve been gone for five weeks, in a foreign country, cut off (for the most part) from life at home.
It’s going to be good to get back.
Cultural differences aside, the people here are great but not the same as the Tahlequah-nians. I want to be able to talk about floating the river or eating at Chilango's and have people know what I mean. I want to come back for Taco Nights and see all my OIL friends and not have to explain what the organization is just to make it through a story. I want to come back to the newspaper and get buried in the minutia and work of it. I want to go to the movies without taking a bus for a half-hour.
I don’t want to sound like I’m griping too much, because this has been a great experience. Trust me, I’ve already raved about it to numerous people. To fulfill our requirements for the program, we've been asked to fill out a form that evaluates everything from the coursework to the standard of living. Despite my nitpicky annoyances, I still feel this experience was worthwhile and responded accordingly. But as I’ve said before, it’s just time to come home.
Before I came to the program I had difficulty imagining life with total strangers for four weeks. Now, the thought of not seeing these people every day is weird and pretty depressing. I’ll be home Saturday night, and by Monday I’ll be back in the full swing of school. But the impressions I’ve gained from this trip will linger with me for some time after.
Today I went for a walk around town, just to see something I had not seen before. I didn’t find much because I got kinda lost, but I did make it back to the restaurant I ate at on the first day. In a poetic sense, I ended at the beginning, and now I’ll return home Saturday. I’ve been gone for five weeks, in a foreign country, cut off (for the most part) from life at home.
It’s going to be good to get back.
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