I feel single again. Not single in the relationship sense, but single as in the alone sense. The sad sense. My heart hurts while I sit here drinking a sweet cup of coffee, watching a romantic movie (my favorite, P.S. I Love You) wishing I could lie in the arms of an Irish man.
I will be in Ireland in 44 days and I'm kind of scared. I'm taking this trip so I can "cram" classes in to graduate early and get married. I know, right? How horrible it must be to over work myself in school by going to Ireland--the only place in the entire world I have wanted to go my whole life. I'm not quite ready to leave yet, mainly, I just don't want to go by myself. I know I'll make friends with the other students going, and I'm hoping to gain another family by the one I'm staying with but doing something so grand is scary.
The excitement is building up, but I feel like it's turning to stress at this point. Excited Stress. Ugh. I think it's the first level of traveling. I'm so close, yet so far away to my adventure, I can't think straight about it and the only thing I can think about is stressful. Worrying about getting everything together, and packing, and leaving the country for five weeks. Give me a few more weeks and I'll be ready to step foot on the Emerald Isle.
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