So I tried my best to update everyone on my travels and adventures abroad but may have left out some stories and pictures that were really fun and interesting. I’m back home now for over a week and I’ve taken on a second job to save up money since I’ve spent it all on the pubs in Ireland and theatres in West End, London.
Working two jobs may seem like a bit overwhelming but it’ll be good for me this summer to stay busy and focused on my goals. Another aspect of my summer that I haven’t shared on my blog is that I’ve had some new creative writing projects in mind, but I really haven’t the time to sit down and start any of them.
I’m debating whether or not it’d be good to post any of my creative writing on my blog or if I should collect them and look into publishing them in a literary magazine or an online zine. I haven’t decided but I am always happy to share them with friends and exchange ideas.
So, I’ll be totally honest. I did cry before my flight home. I took the bus from Galway to Sixmilebridge for my last weekend abroad and listened to a Doctor Who soundtrack (which alone could bring tears to my eyes) and I did quietly shed a few tears. But I didn’t do it in complete desperation. I did tear up because I was having one of the most amazing experiences of my life and didn’t want to go home yet.
I learned that I have friends just waiting to chat with me all over the world. I also learned that the world is full of beautiful and amazing people that you can’t meet while sitting in the comfort of your apartment or hometown.
The parts of the trip that I will hold close to my heart are the amazing conversations I had with other people. I met people from all over the world, Australia, New Zealand, England, Ireland, Argentina, Canada, Japan, France, Sweden, Germany, Russia, Mexico, and more.
All I have been thinking about is how to have another adventure before I get too old or too settled into my life to do it again. If I could save up my money and wander the world into my old age, I definitely would. Even now, I am tearing up at the thought of doing it all over again.
I can say that my life has had its ups and downs, it’s good moments, and the times where I didn’t think I’d leave the dark moods I have found myself in. But I can say that I am growing old of Chicago. I want to finish my Master’s Degree and take on the world.
Whether or not I will do that is up in the air at this point. But I feel like I have limited myself by staying in my comfort zone and always being in Chicago. I didn’t even go away for college, and I am beginning to regret that (even if it had been a study abroad program).
Maybe all of these feelings explain why Doctor Who has been such an obsession of mine lately. Every companion of the doctor learns to see the world as being bigger than they every knew it could be (and by world, I guess I should be saying Universe). But I think the point is that I am too unique and special to sit in one city for the rest of my life. Yes, I have family and friends here (some of the best family and friends I could ever ask for). But those family and friends have their own family and friends and I wouldn’t be leaving anyone to fend for themselves. I also like to think that my family and friends would be happy for me and would cherish all the good vibes I send back toward Chicago via blogs and facebook.
Well, it’s time to get ready for some margaritas and chips and salsa with some amazing and wonderful people.
Cheers to my mates, Coco