I am Minnesotan once again. Sunday after a 7 hour plane across the Atlantic, an hour layover in New Jersey, and a 3 hour flight to the midwest, I made it safe and sound back to my homeland. Safe and sound, but happy? Perhaps. Torn, I would classify it. I am happy to see my family and friends, feel sun on my face, and have a wee car to zoom about in. On the other hand, I already miss the accents, the excitement, and not knowing what might lie down the road.
The Last Supper...err..breakfast in Norn' Iron.
Homebound!
I suppose it was only natural that it was raining as we left...
Anyway. I'm having a hard time figuring out what I should say when people ask, "How was your trip?" What response would be appropriate? "Good" doesn't seem quite right. Very strange...
I went down to campus last night and was reunited with many people. I'd say 90% couldn't comprehend "Northern Ireland" from "Ireland", and the remaining 10% had very limited knowledge or provided very amusing summaries of the place, such as: "Huh. That's where people shoot each other and stuff, right?" and "Oh wow. You made it home alive I see, that's good!"
The beginning of the end, the end of the beginning. Who knows. I'm at a content place, I believe. I love Northern Ireland and I love my life in Minnesota. I know I'll be happy in this place for a while. However, I may or may not in the future be looking into what Irish citizenship entails. *Shifty eyes*
All in all: Successful travels. So closes another chapter of my wee life. Ta, Norn' Iron!
-Karen/Kah-ren/Kieren
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