To Be Continued......

I've been trying to write this post for ages. Maybe two weeks. Every time I sit down to write, I seem to get distracted. But no more I say! So here goes.

As some of you may know, I'm no longer in Ireland. Shock. Yes. I really wish I could have stayed longer but even if I did it would have only been for one more month probably. In the long run, I'm better off here in the states at the moment. I had an opportunity I really couldn't pass up. A job working with my family. Wait. Did I say job? As my friend Sharon said, it'll probably be like indentured servitude. But it saves me from having to find a real job. Ewwwwww to real jobs. So. I'm back in NYC and getting to see all my friends I haven't seen in ages. It was also super duper cool to be back in NYC for the Fourth of July. I went to my friends place in Park Slope for a BBQ and watched the fire works from his roof. That was one of the highlights of being back. I better soak it up because I'm not going to be here for long. And lord knows when I'll be here next.

Most people I've talked to for some reason think either I'm going back to Ireland or I'm staying in NYC. Not so. Like the hobo that I am, its off to sunny Boca Raton for me. Where my indentured servitude will take place with my family. I really miss Ireland and the friends I made there. But, if anything, this trip kinda lit a fire under my ass to finish school so I can move back and get a decent job. In Ireland, the UK or who knows where else. All the chicks I worked with were Australian and I really hit it off with one of them in particular so maybe Australia isn't too far off even.

Ireland. I miss you. I miss the fact that I could walk anywhere and everywhere. I miss the great weather we had in Galway. I miss walking to Salthill and chilling on the beach with a beer. I miss hanging out and drinking in Eyre Square and getting bothered by random drunken people. I miss walking down Shop Street and watching the fire dancers and buskers. I miss the fun boys. I miss (dare I say it) Temple Bar. I miss Crunch Nut Bites. I miss the kittie in my back yard that the Canadian girls named Oliver. I miss my housemates. I miss sitting by the Spanish Arch. I miss the way everyone ends sentences with "so" and "like". I miss how everything was brand new. I miss working in the hostel and meeting cool people. I miss the girls I worked with. I miss a certain special someone. I miss Ireland.