"Isn't that a little crazy?"
That's the general response I get when I tell people I am going to Ireland -- alone. As I ponder how I will pack four months of living into two suitcases, I sometimes agree that moving to a country where I know no one is a little nuts. Why am I doing this?
I have lived my entire life in Kentucky and have never lived on my own. I love my family and my home, but in many ways I feel like I am suffocating. I always have had big dreams about traveling and experiencing new places -- something the majority of my family does not understand. And I can understand their perspective -- why leave a place where you are safe and loved? I'm not sure why these desires exist within me, but I know if I don't act upon them, I will regret it for the rest of my life.
So, here I go! I am excited, scared, and have no idea how this will all pan out. Something is telling me that Ireland is where I need to be right now, and I am going to find out why.
