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Random study abroad memories

-dancing at the club on Rachael’s last night

-standing on the fort at Cahersiveen, looking at the world

-Flo saying he wanted to be the pope’s sugar daddy

-Morgan running into the construction sign in Rome

-getting duped into paying for a string bracelet

-singing in the car in Iceland

-photobombing that couple’s picture in the blue lagoon

-getting the police called for climbing on a photo booth

-that really funny politics class where Ms. McGarry then said I seemed jolly

-colorful buildings

-making an Irish friend, Susie, on the way home from Switzerland

-people speaking to me in Italian or French after I said buongiorno or merci

-being sassy with joe: saying I’ve never bought a house, saying I loved the view of the parking lot, but also answering his questions about America

-doing really well on the Irish oral

-Karol giving me the intermediate Irish book for free and saying I could email him with questions

-Karol seeing me on campus and going “delaney, good!” And me now knowing how to respond

-all the sex references in folklore with Shane (vulva, making butter, mashed potatoes, teenagers)

-just chilling in my bed, warm, with the rain outside, happy in the knowledge that I’m on my own here and I’m doing fine. That the panic attacks are coming but I keep doing things like they’re not even there. Knowing that I’ve traveled the world with friends I never thought I’d be able to make, but also by myself because I’m relentlessly confident and capable. Knowing that I made an initially terrifying place a home that will never leave my heart, and I learned to love everything about it. Knowing that maybe I fall in love with people I barely know, with places I’ll never see again, with moments and with feelings too easily, but it’s okay. This semester was the most exciting of my life, and it helped me grow so much. But every year just gets better, doesn’t it? It will hurt so much to leave, because you’ll miss having classes you legitimately enjoyed, you’ll miss Cork and its beauty and perfect size, you’ll miss the friends you made who became family - you took care of eachother and traveled together and made promises to write postcards and see eachother again someday, you’ll miss the teachers who were kind to you, you’ll miss your gorgeous school that felt more right than OSU, you’ll miss having an apartment of your own in IRELAND, you’ll miss feeling like you were doing something big (but that feeling will come again), you’ll miss feeling that every day is new and exciting (but if you try hard enough, you can do that at home, too), you’ll miss cheap flights to amazing and stunning new countries, you’ll miss Ireland’s beautiful scenery and the knowledge that your ancestors are near you, you’ll miss the burgers, you’ll miss the independence, but you won’t miss that weird meaty sewage smell that comes out sometimes?

-learning to cook pasta and salmon from Ane

-Sophia never changing the toilet paper roll

-hot water only between 6 and noon!

-paying so much for electricity

-putting up ghost lights and then tinsel

-the secret Santa, where you had Ane and Flo had you

-Halloween, where you were exhausted but you had fun putting on makeup with Flo and Rachael, then the amazing parade, then meeting up with everyone, doing your first tequila shot, arguing with a nazi

-being known as the short, young, independent, fearless one who’s not afraid to go alone

-FaceTiming rose, David, Rebekah, Carrie/Alison/Bailey/claire, callie, my family at thanksgiving

-the 8 or 9 hour time difference, depending on where I was, and having to wait til 2 or 3 to start talking to my friends and family at home

-really good salmon!

-st. Finnbarr’s cathedral, your favorite and the most gorgeous building in cork

-standing in the kitchen at any time of day, just gazing out the window at the rolling hills and trees in the distance, or the sprawling city, or the sky, or the trains flying by or creaking to a stop

-awful bus service!

-the peaceful 45 min walk to school every day

-that baffling final that started with a 25 min fire alarm

-watching the vagina show with Ane

-writing my columns and having them turn out so long because I learned so much from the people around me about their cultures and I had so much to say

-the aching sadness that presented around the halfway mark as I realized I’d have to leave this moment in time behind and that things would never be the same

-the amazement that I could’ve been so utterly terrified by the thought of this experience, that my conceptions were completely wrong - that id travel alone mostly and that I’d eat a lot more potatoes and that I’d be having panic attacks all the time

-the panic attacks were less than you expected, happily, but they did start waking you up for sleep, which didn’t happen before

-running around London with Ethan at night and spontaneously going on that spinny ride with the operators who were high on weed

-getting pizza with Morgan at sliced that one time where she just asked a random Irish person what their favorite place to get pizza was

-orchard thieves

-carlsberg is disgusting and Guinness - only mildly better

-making friends with adorable Ben

-covering my room in sticky notes to learn irish

-Sophia always asking what I’m cooking and me always having to answer either pasta or eggs

-chocolate muffin and Innocent juice from UCC cafeteria

-less than great and very personal memory: randomly getting obsessed with Ms. McGarry & her opinion of my and my academics because she’s everything I want to be when I grow up - kind, organized, in control, a strong woman in a position of power, handles questions amazingly, confident walk, gorgeous, nerdy, slightly awkward, impeccable style. But also, realizing that I’m a solid person in my own right and I don’t need her approval. But it still stinging anyway when I felt that she had liked me more at the beginning and less when she got to know me.

-everything about finding the grave. (See fb profile picture)

-arguing with the cab driver about trump

-learning it was pronounced Merchant’s Key and not Merchant’s Quay like it LOOKS

-going to the Christmas market with Ane, getting hot chocolate that was more chocolatey than in America, and then going on the Ferris wheel

-the slight feeling of omnipotency right after takeoff on a plane

-possibly having scabies

-possibly having a sinus infection

-enjoying those gorgeous bus rides through the Irish countryside and wishing they would never end

-that first weekend when you went to Kinsale and Charles Fort by yourself and everything was perfect and peaceful and you realized that everything was going to be okay

-drinking bad limoncello out of my bone mug in Rome

-the selfie stick in Rome

-playing never have I ever in dingle peninsula and not getting to put a single finger down the whole game

-losing my student ID twice, mike finding it the second time

-Morgan coming to hang out with me in the library and then as we’re leaving casually informing me that she’s tripping on acid

-doing so many readings for poverty in one day

-love. Scarf from rose, letter from Rebekah, embroidery from tianna. Then, letters from the Wongs, books from the Kools

-sending postcards and being surprised that it only took them two weeks to get home

-getting the cute €6 sweater from the sketchy open market in Rome and being afraid to watch it

-Morgan pantomiming penis in the word game

-the word game in general

-that first lunch with Emily that wasn’t even awkward

-talking with our friend, the old Irish man at the hostel in Cahersiveen

-biking all over Valentia island, painfully, and then kinda hitchhiking

-almost getting denied the flight to rome because we forgot the visa check

-me bailing on the trip to Edinburgh because my anxiety was too bad

-learning about the O’Sheas of West Kerry being connected to the selkies and the seals

-Prof. O’Machain going “Janey Mack!”

-Joe saying he had good news and bad news, but the bad news was he was gonna let us out an hour early and the good news was he brought sweets

-Anna making me put tea bags on my eyes when I had a cold in Galway

-eating rice pudding and having mulled wine and chugging fireball at Julie’s Christmas party

-making a cake for Sophia’s birthday that somehow turned out okay

-Hard Time Being Alive

-realizing that my cookies cooked so dang fast bc my recipe was in degrees Fahrenheit and the oven was in degrees Celsius

-hearing Sara tell Ane and Sophia that my chocolate chip cookies were the best she’d had, and, the cookies disappearing quickly

-honeycomb ice cream

-letting the soda bread get moldy that first week

-sleeping on the bare mattress the first day because I was too exhausted to get sheets

-wandering around the city searching for food and feeling half dead. Ending up with ice cream and salmon on toast

-going to Powell properties and barely being able to speak out of exhaustion and hunger

-the people smoking weed and the loud music outside the window

-having to ask my roommates to turn down the music

-expensive laundry (€6 total)

-Aaron from next door

-family dinners

-shopping being dangerous because €1 = $1.20

-pronouncing Euro as you-to, you’re grand, thanks a million, that’s craic, you’re very welcome to...., ...like, ...anyway

-rationing my Brooklyn 99 episodes to get me through the first couple of months

-Blarney Castle, where I first joined the group

-Ane telling me that while in Scotland, they talked about how I would’ve been climbing all over everything

#perfect

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