Coming home

It's 2:38 am here, and I am leaving the hostel, and Armagh, in 2 hours and 12 minutes. By the time I've finished this post I'm sure it will be less than 2 hours. I'm excited to come home, and extremely sad to leave. I can say now that I've lived in Ireland, and I wouldn't have traded this time for anything. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to post as often as I would have liked, but class time (and a lot of fun time!) has kept me very busy. This month has gone by so fast.

I feel like it was just yesterday that we walked into the hostel for the first time. I'm going to miss the AmmA Centre (and Liz!), Bagel Bean, , John & Phil from the hostel, JK (John Kelly), dancing at the Gas Lamp, and all of the good times (and good drinks- including the infamous Fat Frog) at Red Ned's, which became our pub, our place to go for fun. I'm going to miss walking past St. Patrick's Church of Ireland every day, and hearing the bells from St. Patrick's Catholic Cathedral every 15 minutes. I'm going to miss hanging out in the common rooms at the hostel, and ordering pizza from Bada Bing. I'll even miss getting caught in the rain every day, sometimes with my umbrella and sometimes without. There won't be anyone to say my new favorite things: "How's yous?" "That's grand" "For fuck's sake" and so many others.

The website should go up soon, and my video is on youtube now: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19gXGS3i2kY

I was only able to post a very small fraction of pictures on this blog, and hopefully I will get to share all of mine with everyone once I'm home.

Goodbye Armagh. Thanks for an incredible month.