I am sad to say that my time in Ireland has come to an end. Sitting on the plane as I write this, I am surrounded by the familiar American accent. While I am happy to be going home to my wonderful family and friends, I am also already homesick for Ireland . It is a peculiar feeling, really. The desire to be in two places at once is a difficult emotion. I have begun to make a list of the things I will miss most about Ireland . Here are just a few:
The accents. I have long been a lover of Irish accents, even before my venture to the island. To me it sounds like a beautiful breathy song. Having the opportunity to hear this day in and day out was one of my favorite parts about living in Ireland .
The people. I can honestly say that I have never met a more kind and giving culture of people than the Irish. From day one, I was welcomed to their country with open arms. For them, no one is a stranger and to treat a person as such would be, as they would put it, “bad form.” The ones whom I have the great honor of calling my friends have touched my heart in such a way that I shall never forget.
The landscape. Ireland is truly just as picturesque as you could imagine. I was lucky to live next to one of the most beautiful beaches I have ever seen, Ballybunion. I may be biased, but Kerry has to be the most breathtaking county in Ireland . And I must say that out of all the towns I visited in Ireland , Listowel was certainly my favorite. I was incredibly lucky to be placed in the center of such a colorful and bustling town.
The pubs. Particularly Kevin Broderick’s. I love how the pubs are a wonderful mix of young and old—some of the best conversations I had while in Ireland were in these pubs.
My students. I know that as an educator, it is my role to impart knowledge. However, these girls taught me more than I could have ever imagined. They somehow managed to both humble and make me feel incredibly special at the same time. Because of them, I have improved not only as a teacher, but as a person. I will be forever grateful for them.
I spent my last Irish night in a seaside Dublin hotel. At sunset I took a stroll on the beach to watch the incredible mix of blues, purples, pinks, and oranges in the sky. The wind whipping my hair back and forth, I could feel the soft sand pelting my shins. I lifted my wingspan and could almost imagine myself flying. Ireland has given me so much. Before I came here, I was exhausted both emotionally and physically. Now I am going home feeling as though my soul has been recharged. In many ways I am a changed person. A great friend of mine who resides in London told me that I am very likely to go back to my American ways once I return to Kentucky . Perhaps she is right, but I hope I will never forget this feeling of satisfaction. Because of this experience I have more confidence in myself, and I don’t think that is something that can easily be washed away. Yes, I am sad to leave, but I know that my time here is finished—at least for now.
A farewell sunset in Dublin.