It's been a while since I wrote anything here, and part of that's been that I'm busy, and part of it's been that I don't know what to say. Its kind of annoying talking to people about being abroad and traveling, because they have all these expectations, and don't really want to hear anything different. One cousin of mine in particular, asks really leading questions, giving me the script for her with very little effort on my part ("oh, Ireland must be so beautiful! Is it really as green as people say?" Or "you must be having the most wonderful time!" Etc). And I'm tired of it, so I've been more honest. And here is my honesty. Ireland is great. Traveling is an awesome experience. Being abroad for a semester is so refreshing and needed and I haven't felt so good or healthy in years. But... Honestly, I am tired all the time. Everything is new, and my body feels it. Honestly, men are still creepy and getting honked at on the street and groped in clubs isn't any more fun just because I'm abroad. Honestly, there is a lot of suffering here, and it would be willfully ignorant of me (and awful) to ignore that for the sake of my pleasure. Honestly, I'm homesick. And I'm not ready to leave, but home lingers on the horizon and I'm worried that if I spend time missing it, I won't get able to appreciate being here. Honestly, it sucks going shopping with friends and finding out that an Irish size 16 is like a U.S. size 10. That euro-dollar exchange rate is not my friend. And the pound-dollar rate will be even worse when I go to Northern Ireland, or if I go to Britain. Honestly, most of the people I've interacted with have been really nice. But not the woman at the immigration center who yelled at me and questioned me for literally no reason. Honestly, the food is seriously good. Like, ridiculously delicious, and not entirely consisting of potato (why do people ask about potatoes? Like, yeah they are super popular here, but either you know that already, or you don't, and there's no reason to ask either way?). Honestly, in the dead of winter, plants die and the weather is miserable. Spring is precious because of this, and I love every day that gets warmer, sunnier, and greener...but I love them because of the deprivation. Honestly, I'm happy and grateful and pleased that I'm here, and honestly, I wouldn't trade being here for almost anything. But (honestly) there are really difficult, challenging parts of living here and being a student here and traveling. Every day I'm learning and experiencing. And time is going so quickly.
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